firestorm

they roll in like storms upon a quiet shore… these memories unforgiving in their clarity yet i protect them nurture them your twisted, unwavering distrust enveloped me in it's pain and fed your misguided cruelty i lived to enable you for a glimpse of love would appear from the shadows in those rare, quiet nights when you allowed yourself to love me the few moments i remember being alive

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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