Poem's About Love

Poetry 36


I can’t stop dreaming things back to the way they were

Whether I am awake or asleep I can’t stop my arms reaching out for you

Even though I know you will never again be there for me to hold;

I can’t stop my grief stricken heart trying to get back home to you.

By Lucy Williams

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