What was I supposed to do
When you left me and became
What you swore you'd protect me from.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
Protector
What was I supposed to do
When you left me and became
What you swore you'd protect me from.
~azmina
