drift

i lost sight of her somewhere along the way like sleeping through a storm her tears falling, unseen crashed like silent raindrops and washed away the road we walked in different directions intending to meet at the same location destinations and destinies intertwined yet never one ...and the same

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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