Gemstone
She spent her life wanting to be loved,
But afraid of push coming to shove,
She had convinced herself that she wasn't enough,
She convinced herself that she had to be tough,
But he wasn't convinced,
She was none the wise,
He loved her so much,
But to tell her, He would rather die,
Because he'd been lied to all of his life,
Thus safer a lie,
Than to be patronized,
So he buried his feelings,
Where no one could find,
In writing, a Poem,
Or something that rhymes,
To put on a sort of Artistic disguise,
No one will ever know,
Of whom he writes,
Which then allowed for a comforting sigh,
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