I'm stuck
my mind won't move
every minute without her
feels like weeks of reminded pain
I could scream for months
cry another night in darkness
in these attempts to mend
but when will I found time to sleep
my mind won't move
a thousands minutes without her
still feels exactly the same
love 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.
PoésieIn 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...
