Days go by quickly,
There never seems to be enough time,
To do all the things you want to do.
Nights go by slowly,
When I'm awake,
I see your face before me,
And it's then I realise,
How much I'm missing you.
In the darkness,
Thoughts plague me,
Like an overgrown tree,
Smothering my mind,
Not letting me be.
In my dreams,
I hold you tight,
That is my special place,
Where everything feels right.
Jayne Louise Davies
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