whisper

I whisper your name
over miles
built on nights
built on hope
then to the dreams
guilty relapses
into your arms
into your heart
I awaken to the mundane
the truth
pennance for
my assumptions
my thoughtless deeds
if only I knew that a glimpse
of me
passes your thoughts before you sleep
even if it be as rare as the Sun is eclipsed
my heart could rest

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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