Deep Blue

She walks upon a higher ground this I know yet I allow my eye to wander my mind to imagine she does not choose to be there it is simply how it is she knows not her place yet resides there alone and now by chance I meet her eyes and in this deep well of rich blue she reads me, absorbs me as if I were a book laid open would the next lonely soul dare look into those eyes or will he know to turn away saving his heart for another

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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