Made of Uneven Lines

I was angry for a long time not understanding why you left me behind.

But I realized that we were both made of light and dark lines.

Our dimensions  were complexed by nature.

Before I couldn't see the multicolored shades underneath us. 

Now I see that sometimes our shades worked together. 

Sometimes our shades had clashed with the other. 

Our souls might have shared symmetrical lines. 

But on the outside we were always

made of uneven lines.