It's only been eight hours without you
I've only cried about five times
I cant stop myself from thinking of you
Each time my phone chimes.
My heart keeps breaking
Every thought of you
Knowing the future is empty
I dont think I can be strong
You was my rock.
Why did you try to control me?
Do you see the beautiful stream
the way it freely glides over the rocks.
The stream would be a pond if controlled.
If you value its beauty then let it be.
Somethings are more beautiful free.
I love you so much it hurts to breath
But like the stream I need to be free.
I hope this pain fades with time.
©deana
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