Every Second Poem by Zena Blank
Every Second
Every second
I'm thinking of you
Every second
It hurts me
Every second
Turns into a minute
Every minute
Is filled with sixty seconds of hurting
Every minute
Turns into and hour
Every hour is filled with sixty minutes of hurting
Every hour
Turns into a day
Every day
Is filled with twenty four hours of hurting
Every day
I'm dying from the pain
I need you
Come home
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