Sara Smith Poems

I looked down at a picture of us
When we first fell in love
So happy, so free
Back then I was... me
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They are the thing that keeps me going:
My soul,
My heart,
My sanity,
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Black
The color of mourning.
Blue
The color of how I feel.
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I walk in the streets alone.
Always alone.
I think back to a time that seems forever ago. I wasn't alone...
I was happy, I cant remember that feeling.
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I trusted him
But thats gone.
He ruined my life
Felt as though he cut me with a knife.
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