Diary PagesA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaDear diary, it's just me. How have you been? Well, it's been a long time. Just wanted to talk to an old friend of mine.
Do you recall when I use to write my poetry? You knew me then, you knew me when I was happy. You knew when I was sad. You saw me through the times I was lost.
The times I was lonely, the times I was blue. You were the only one, I knew to stay true. You know the most intimate times of my life. From the days of my youth to becoming a wife.
You were there through my pain, and my tradgedy's too. I always knew, I could depend on you. Dear diary, this time I am in such misery. I need someone to hold me, to help set me free. For the man of dreams, it seems... He is not in love with me.
If loving him is a sin, and his heart I cannot win. Dear diary, you gotta help me this time. Before I lose my mind. To get over him! For to see him with her, this envy is hell! When I know deep inside, I ought to wish him well. © 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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