Without his attention, I started giving more to myself
It takes everything to reach down into my earth
And pull greatness to the surface on my own
I needed him to leave
I was killing us both
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The Sunflower
PoesíaI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
