I'm stuck
my mind won't move
every minute without her
feels like weeks of reminded painI could scream for months
cry another night in darkness
in these attempts to mend
but when will I found time to sleepmy mind won't move
a thousands minutes without her
still feels exactly the samelove is a clock
when the hands circle back around
I'll be reminded yet again,
of our precious time spent.

YOU ARE READING
With Love.
PoetryIn a book is the best way to hide knowledge of the truth, through a pen hides the strength of therapy. I've gain much wisdom and restored much faith from this. I hope this brings growth to anyone reading; it was worked through me in very difficult t...