If the love I feel
Inside of my heart
Had any form.
It would take the form of water
As no matter how much
I try to keep hold of it,
It keeps slipping away from me.
And soon, like sand in an hourglass,
It will signal the end of time.
Time is slowly healing my broken heart,
So that it will leak no more.
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