Needed her like oxygen to stay alive,
but I was her carbon, to be exhaled, to be given out.

Needed her to keep me through the days and nights.
but I was the warmth needed only during her cold nights.

Saw her as the seedings saw the rain.
A shore for my sea,
The wind for my tide.

But I was seen as how janitors saw papers,
a thing to be thrown into a trash can

33900cookie-checkThe Diary of a Broken Soul.

A lover of Nature A lover of Art. A Deep Thinker. And I write sometimes.

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