last lover
the last lover leaves before dawn before the necessity of conversation stale coffee reheated brings the numbing thought that this was your last chance old man there's nothing left no slivers of heart to give way no whispers in the dark that clever lovers say you can no longer dance with brittle bones your game has left you and they were all games were they not? until the last sliver now walk the shoreline as you always do when they leave and ponder the idea of love
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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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