PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I remember that

Wholesome feeling

And even today

I'm still reeling

From having her

Ripped away from me,

The vicious pangs

Of jealousy

And time has passed,

The wounds aren't fresh

But how she stood

Above the rest

Without her,

I'm little

Cause someone split me

Down the middle

Like a bow

Without a fiddle

And I became

Only half a riddle.

But this is now

And that was then

And someday soon

I'll rise again.