Jayne Davies

(5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Mixed Emotions


A heart is like a paper chain,
It breaks so easily,
A mind is like an ocean deep,
It's memories come for free,
Dreams erupt from inner thoughts,
That surface when we sleep,
Tears flow down like raindrops,
From eyes that sadly weep,
Laughter is a pleasant sound,
A tonic that's for sure,
Children are a blessing,
A life worth living for.
Heaven is a sacred place,
A final place to rest,
Where Angels hold our loved ones,
Tightly to their chest.
Why is the world so wicked?
A place of war and sin,
It's not the world that is wicked,
But the evil of life within.

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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