As I Live And Leave
As I live, I leave both
A trail of mended and broken hearts(others gaze at me, snap their fingers and raise their shoulders in conclusion that I am incapable of love, others curl their lips, node their heads that they have perceived a big heart in my heart)
A trail of waste products and finished materials..
A trail of disappointed persons and awe struck gapped mouths with an engraved 'how' question in their hearts...
A convoy of tears and echoes of giggles...
A trail of ardent converts to