Like bottled water, purer than tap
that flows through the body uplifting
my intire being

So refreshing, so inticing, and so
incredibly nourishing my desire
to be near you

As time goes by, like water from a
polluted lake, filled with unknown
substances that contaminate my vision

My reason to think logically become densed
veering toward a blind conception of your
love for me

One would rest assured that as time lapsed and
years rolled on, I would automatically feel the
unloving attitude you displayed each day

But as I come face to face with the truth, I can clearly see
through a new light that glistens like bottled
water, freeing the hidden shadows of trickery, deceit, and lies

I hold my head high, refusing to shed another tear
as I sit in the middle of my reality and whisper ’I still
love you, ’ but I love me too, so good bye and good luck
with all that you do.

Poem by: S. S. Rowell

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Omar Dakhane is an Algerian photographer.

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