And so, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, so deep,
please don't stop me.

I miss you,
I miss a lot.
You love me,
you love me not.

I miss when we ran,
far, far away.
Those cool summer nights,
those endless summer days.

I miss the way
you'd stare into my eyes,
and kiss me softly,
under starlit skies.

I miss our debates,
about politics,
and how we shared ice cream,
lick by lick.

I miss the days we spent,
down by the rivers and streams,
feeding the ducks,
talking about our dreams.

And what I miss most of all,
is how we could just talk,
on those summer days,
when we went for long walks.

But then you left,
said it was time to move on.
And before I could say a thing,
you were gone.

And now, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, too deep,
please don't stop me.