I never knew that when I’ll close my eyes, you’ll vanish away.
I never knew that when I’ll turn back, you’ll stab me so painfully.
I never knew that the seed you had sown would grow into a tree of hatred.
I never knew that you were so cold, colder than the winter of January.
I never knew that you’d blind me with your darkness.
But, I’m so used to it now, that life seems devoid of any colors expect black.
