A stream flows,springing from the cold heart of affection,watering my dry veins with liquid crystals of loneliness.It's waters make my days as they are all painted with that stream magnificent memories that are so unmatched.My soul is drenched to the last of its bones with the coloured sparks uttered from its waters..that brings a longing to me at night because i swim in its waters.when my heart feels dry,when my sun stops to shine brightly,I will need waters from that stream of mine.Turly,I am torned and crushed between the painr of missing you..my stream.
