Don't mind the lyrics

He saw her first in tangled halls,

Like a silent vow on classroom walls.

She watched him turn, page by page,

Yet kept smiling like a secret message.

He mocked her dress in ink and rhyme,

Called her a waste of precious time.

She held her breath, through stolen eyes,

Wearing metaphors like a thin disguise.

But when she took him in her possession,

Words came out like long-lost confessions.

He bled the truth of love — not just a fling,

She made her home within his suffering.

The girl he ran from, wild and free,

Became his muse, his literal destiny.

And so was his fate, once in a few —

Like a silent light, awaiting the dew.