whisper

I whisper your name over miles built on nights built on hope then to the dreams guilty relapses into your arms into your heart I awaken to the mundane the truth pennance for my assumptions my thoughtless deeds if only I knew that a glimpse of me passes your thoughts before you sleep even if it be as rare as the Sun is eclipsed my heart could rest

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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