Now the Water Flows so Effortlessly,
Like a Natural Spring.
My Eyes Become Wells as My Cheeks Turn to Streams, Slowly Drifting You Out of My Coincience.
The Disturbing Irony Tests My Temper That I Want Comfort From the One Who Hurt Me.
Then I Understood,
The most Loving Act She Could do Was Letting Me Go, Hoping I Find Comfort in Myself.