Lost - Poem by Celest McBride
She never seemed happy anymore,
A smile rarely touched her face.
She was always crying behind her closed door,
No more angel, and no more grace.
She never felt like she was wanted,
Only the cemetery screamed her name.
Her mind was haunted,
Was this how it felt to be insane?
Until he came along and changed it
Who would’ve known she could make a sound
He never yelled, and he never hit
With him she felt like she was found
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