Minutes, months, hours, days
In every passing moment you're on my mind
Slipping in and out of a dreamy daze
Slowly time moves so unkind
Inching forward torturing my heart
Never seeming to approach an end
Growing more uneasy being apart
Yearning for your touch to mend
Only you can fix my soul
Undoubtably it's you who makes me whole
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Author:
Mandi (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2017 21:04
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Comments2
Lovely poem.
Good write.
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