You were not rude, I was not shy,
Maybe that’s how you touched the sky,
You told me the ground realities of people,
I told you the fairytales of my world,
I made you believe you are worthy,
You made me realized I am so ordinary,
You left my messages on seen,
I cried and thought it was so mean,
now I know, what you did there,
Now I know why I told you we both were rare.
You made me love myself,
I made you seal your heart for yourself,
I may be an immature person for you,
but believe me, someday you will learn the art of maturity from me.