bitter sweet

she is bitter, I can see and I follow as she walks again to the dark back of the building where breaks are allowed she attacks her cigarette in a quiet way sucking the smoke and hurling it out at the cold night air my way is silent but now she knows how well I hide it she knows I know as our minds join at the top of her rising smoke we await midnight where our bittersweet passion will find it's home

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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