A River Made In Two Years
it starts off as a trickle slowly flowing
like a tear down the cheek and the pain is slowly growing
the trickle soon grows but not yet a stream
as the pain grows and the love was just a dream
a stream slowly forms and travels down the path
a path traveled by the heartbroken whose love is in the past
the stream slowly builds into a river finally flowing free
jus like the flowing river the heart is free to breath
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