Deborah Leah Krempa : Writing

A haystack

A haystack

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


A needle in a haystack is truly hard to find N ot E asy to retrieve E ver since you left me all alone and blue D iving in this haystack is all I..
The boy next door

The boy next door

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


T he boy next door H as a crush on me E merald eyes and shy as he can be B oy next door O n the telephone Y ou know he calls all the time in ..
picking up the pieces

picking up the pieces

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


P icking up the pieces of my broken heart I 'm not quite sure where to start C an't stop the tears from falling down like rain K eep feeling all th..
A letter to Frenchy

A letter to Frenchy

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


D ear Dad E veryone misses you so very much A t times like this we still need you so R emembering your laughter and your silly antics D ad it's ..
Mona Lisa lost her smile

Mona Lisa lost her smile

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


M ona Lisa lost her smile O n a foggy moonlit evening N ot a soul in sight A ll alone she sat and cried L ittle did she know I was watching in..
diagnosis bipolar

diagnosis bipolar

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


D iagnosis bipolar disorder I have been labeled as such Another name for manic depression G uess what N o body knows the agony O f this disease ..
Sometimes

Sometimes

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


Sometimes the pain is so deep you can't touch it but it's there and it's real and it all that you can feel Sometimes it's so deep you can't re..
The Scars I Wear

The Scars I Wear

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


T hese scars I wear are but emblems of how I feel inside H ow deep they cut into the very essence of me E very painful memory has caused my heart to..
Checkers or Chess

Checkers or Chess

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


Checkers or Chess it's the games that we play Haven't heard from you in quite a while my friend Every night and everyday I seem to miss you more Ca..
Labor of love

Labor of love

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


L abor of love is what a mother goes through A nd having a baby can be such a wonderful joy B ringing a new life into a chotic world O nly a mother..