oblivion

I hear her name and a piece of my soul breaks away and drifts into oblivion I recall her face and a twinge in my heart sinks deep and takes root I feel the one kiss that sustained me as water to a dying plant Time can be cruel it never forgets true love

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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