The pain is too real.
The tears could fill an ocean.
I don’t know what to think or how to feel.
The relationship so beautiful.
The love so pure and real.
When asked where you are it shatters me to the core.
Nothing makes sense without you.
I try not to stay in the same place for fear of missing you and weeping.
So I move forward and detour my mind from you.
Your smell, your laugh, that smile, and your humor.
It’s all beautiful and I’ll cherish you.
I’ll cherish the memories.
Forever in my heart though we are apart.
Oh how your babies long for their mom.
Not understanding of why they can’t be near you.
There isn’t any feeling to compare such a devastation as this.
I miss you little sis.
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Scarlett Price
I am a mom, and a domestic violence survivor. I love writing, reading, yoga, cake decorating and baking. I recently took up belly dancing. Writing is my passion and healing. Stay positive!
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