Your love comes in the form of full waves and you give those waves away with no hesitance, The strong urge to give what you yearn to receive so deep within you that you forget to notice if anything will be left of you.
You give gracefully to whoever comes with no inkling of doubt to their intentions and in turn You let baneful people drain you of your tenderness and leave you with nothing but a vacant soul. A soul that now painfully searches for what it gave away so benevolently but with no success finds nothing.
You run around in thornful gardens, feeling invisible, looking for flowers in places where they do not grow.
Flowers as opulent as you once were before you gave a load of your nectar away to undeserving pests.
And as you weep uncontrollable rivers of tears, you wonder. When is it your turn to be seen ?
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