I didn't know how hurt she was.
She didn't see my wounds that remained unattended.
We both were hurt.
Both tried to act strong.
Maybe she was much more a strong person than I ever was....
But in the end, we poked each other's wounds and grew distant.
Did I hate her?
Hell, I told her I did!
But when it rained and I saw children in school uniforms running through the rain,
I wished she had an umbrella.
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The Shadows Of A Broken Soul
PoetryLife unravels infront of you, Each second pass you by, and you stand dazed by the events, people, nature, city lights and everything that surround you. Sometimes love find it's way to you, with slow strides and so does hate. Sometimes you are taken...
