sad cliches

belittled into submission lost in darkness the basement of my thoughts a busted knuckle trying to heal forgotten tears stolen by sand along the beach of lost dreams and unwatched sunsets did you forget about me sad cliches meet here outside the realm of hope waiting like wolves to take their breath away

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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