view from Bears Den

do you recall the view we shared from Bears Den or even the trip we made along the wooded path to reach it you now turn cold when warmth draws near even after especially after our most intimate moments what triggered your reluctance to share your soul to bare your soul it is a torment I have lived with these many years I had reached you once but you could not live with me knowing you that well and the light was dimmed forever the view from Bears Den

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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