There are no words
Sad enough to describe
This change she said.
It is true
I am too sensitive
I am too full of self-doubt
My joy is secret, untouched, unshared
She does not want to be seen with me.
But I still have legs to go on with
Eyes to see by
And I thank God.
Someone more confident, certain of themselves
With a brighter face and keener wit
Would suit her.
Someone who never doubts, never worries
Happiness is different depending on the person
It has to be this way, so everyone gets some
At least once.
Wounded and dying
Do not add tears to parting
What good is crying?
There are women who inspire poems
And those who stay to see you write them.
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