the saddest part

the saddest part of dying is what you forgot to do the ideas born in lucid dreams that vanished in the hue the mountains never seen the oceans never crossed the poems written on scraps of paper a lover's smile now lost the tears you held inside the chances never taken the landscape of your life an oasis now forsaken

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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