Rivers grow

Beneath shaky lashes

Where valleys form

On cheeks once flush

With the rouge of love

Illuminated by the sun above


Cracks form

In pavement beneath feet

Broken from deep below

Rough surfaces worthy of love

Skin that radiates

With the passion of our fates


Attracted to the heat

We reach farther and farther

From where we should be

Relying on sands that give way

If we had only moved quick

Maybe we would’ve had one more day


But two people drift apart

When life hits them too hard

Forests form between their feet

Earth quakes below my broken heart

I fear the sun knowing it makes us grow

Afraid to admit, we’ve grown apart


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