after the fire
bitter cold morning I start the car and await the heat thoughts of you warm my heart as the heater warms my feet we refused to share our lives beyond those indelible nights we dined wasting not a precious moment as our young hearts became entwined in something we did not recognize I cannot truly say why the fire burned so quickly why the embers weren’t enough to make us want to stay …and so we fell away and live now in each memory’s corner for these moments to replay
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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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