You are my precious heart o’ mine
Why are circumstances so bitter
Snatched away, I can not touch
Your messages are my crutch
You are my special hope divine
Why does time stop this year
Say you will find a way back to me
I dream of you, do you dream me
You are my valuable past time
Why do our bad day always mirror
My luck and calendar ill-fated
Why could not life have waited
You are my desire and I am thine
I am depressed and full of fear
All my hopes, plans and dreams be
Tied to a future that is only mayb e
About the Creator
Sarah Spookychild
I am a writing fanatic. While writing one story, my brain comes up with another. I wrote before marriage, but my ex-husband smashed my computer. I stopped writing for eight years. I am a single mom. I have PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression.
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