Poetry

Time has kept me prisoner, with the dreams I have of you...
Keeping me awake each night, with things that I can't do,
Slowing down the hands of time, in the middle of the night...
Minutes turn to hours, as time holds back the light,
It's only in the darkest hour, that time is standing still...
When I miss you most of all, time only you could fill,
Dreams are all I have of you, as time keeps you at bey...
But even time must run it's course, as time just ticks away,
And when the time has finally passed, just maybe we'll both see...
How precious time really is, and what our time could be.