Poetry Blog by Courtney Smith

The Stranger.

I paint my picture's with my tears,

false smiles on my face,

My past is the key to my future,

a part of my life I cant erase 

I know so much, but tell so little

the stranger made me feel so fragile, 

and so brittle 

The stranger took my innocense something 

not meant to be taken, 

no love, no happiness, my heart was not forsaken. 

I cry at night waiting, 

i can not...

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I paint my picture's with my tears,

false smiles on my face,

My past is the key to my future,

a part of my life I cant erase 

I know so much, but tell so little

the stranger made me feel so fragile, 

and so brittle 

The stranger took my innocense something 

not meant to be taken, 

no love, no happiness, my heart was not forsaken. 

I cry at night waiting, 

i can not...

Read and leave comments (0)

sorrow

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