She doesn't know who she is anymore
Signs from the past tell her she is someone out there, for sure.
Whatever life she once had
Was forgotten in time, that's sad.
Now she walks the streets,
Hoping a familiar face she meets.
But anyone can really say she was a part of their life.
With desperation for her to be their wife.
Maybe somebody knows her story and can fill in the lines.
The blank spaces says that she was somebody's happily ever after at one time.
Her mind is dizzy from all the wear and tear.
Her life is complicated beyond a deep dark stare.
She grasps on tightly to Whatever she will learn.
To know who she was, is something she will always yearn.
©terrylin53
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