Longing for you is despicable
You left us
We are strangers now
And it shouldn't hurt
Because I should be stronger
Like a Woman made from diamond
But it hurts
And I have to keep it a secret that it still hurts
I do still long for you
For your warmth
For your smile
For your company
I am despicable
I am waiting
I am half of what I should be
A woman not a diamond
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
