I'm counting the days 'till I can hold you again,
as I think about how your hands fit perfectly, as I held them.
I need to have faith, that things will turn out just fine,
It's not like this is a bad thing, though we do make the perfect crime.
I just can't help but think, if it's me you think about all the time,
My heart sinks, when I hear from you &my words stutter as I get shy.
I can't tell you that I think of you everyday, or,
this right here, is what i've been praying for.
If you read the words I write,
you will understand that I just might..
Come back for you, because you're my light,
you're the reason I stay up all night.
I hope &pray that things turn out all right,
because now I'm strong enough to fight.
Back then I was weak, I didn't tell you enough.
That I'd fell for you, my only true love.
I promise you, with my last breath
I wont share our song.
I'll cater to you, &only you,
because I've loved you all along.
By Jennie Gosden
28 April 2013
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