you were my eternal bliss, my sunshine, my moon, i would've reached the stars for you and i thought you would do the same
you were my river endlessly flowing my heart beats for you yet somehow yours didn't beat for me
you are my own destruction the clouds that covered the sun and the storm that poured forever; the stars stopped shining and i stopped reaching it because i realize i was standing on a cliff
you are the rock that constricts my river the one that blocks the blood in my veins and i have a heart that already stopped beating the river was only an illusion it was simply an arroyo who never saw the rain
arroyo-(Physical Geography) a steep-sided stream bed that is usually dry except after heavy rain