The sunlight often goes unnoticed

Fricked out by the yellings of the head
And tantrums of the heart
She went to girl who knew all of her
All of her
Like when she gets mad of happiness
Like when she gets mad of sadness
Like what her taste buds crave the most
Like who is closest to her lungs
Like who is most important to her

Walking the lane to her
She came across a phrase
"The best is to be his last."
But when it begins
They say
"First is not forgettable."
Besides for the feeling being confusing
People make a hell out of it
Of course it has alot of tantrums like the small kid
Of course it demands without throwing logics
But it never happens that you don't try to understand it
You do.
May be on time
Or
Late after it has happened to you
So why say head isn't involved there

Until you are breathing
Until you can feel the sun and the moon
Both the head and heart are well aware of each other
Sometimes the heart gives up to the brain
Sometimes the brain to the heart
It always does
Like you do to fit in this world

Admist all of these choas
She was sitting besides her
It all starts with illogical talks
To the main point
And ends to stress lines laughing on the two
"It's always mutual, that holds meaning."
Was what the girl believed.

"But, it's isn't about a future together
It isn't of him feeling the same for her
Things never happened to bring them together
They always were two different individuals
Standing apart
Gazing the same moon
And admiring the same sun in the Winters.
It's just about holding him until the unexpected farewell
It's just about being someone to bring him back when he is smiling with stress lines.
It's about being one to whom he can cry with no fears of being judged for his broad shoulders shedding tears."
It's all about for him being safe.
Because until you get someone to run into
Be someone's reason of smile for no reason."

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