Just Another Woman... - Poem by Radhika Karia
I miss how your hands fit perfectly in mine, and I miss getting all naughty on wine
I miss how u made my day with a kiss, your hugs were always an added bliss
I also miss not seeing u every day, but u are always in my thoughts when I pray
What I miss the most is u waking up by my side, knowing i will always have a shoulder if I cried
I know none of it matters anymore, as u have already showed me the door.
But what I miss mostly is that I cud call u my soul, filling that space now would be an impossible goal.
Tomorrow u will re-live these moments with a new girl again, I may keep searching for my perfect man.
It hurts that my love wasn't so strong, please tell me what I have done so wrong?
In the end I know I've been cut by a knife, as I'm now nothing more than another woman in your life.
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