everything i touch
and there you are walking into another lost dream your whispers and gentle smile touching the memories I hold dear like the dream our time was brief you turn and walk away as you did 40 years ago you wanted more from me another day another week and perhaps I would have realized that I truly loved you but we know how cruel time can be and I let you go I awaken to your image fading quickly and I decide to find you maybe to ask forgiveness maybe to beg but I am too late and you have left me only to be found in my dreams in my sorrow
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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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