she knew

she knew all that I was and I her this is what I miss this is what I remember when her name is whispered in a distant corner so that I cannot hear but I can I can hear her name in the glint of a star not yet seen on the crest of a dream not yet realized she knew and that is what love is

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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