My HeartA Poem by Bipolarbear.979The scars upon my heart run deep some are old, and some quite fresh. At times it feel there's no room to ever hold any more. Salmon swim against the current, but we only get to float onward with time pushing the rapids forward, forward, forward. But we never get to go back, each moment a door closed behind you! As we swiftly glide along the timestream; the slamming of ten thousand doors. © 2016 Bipolarbear.979 |
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Added on October 22, 2012 Last Updated on May 30, 2016 AuthorBipolarbear.979Oxford, OHAboutFather of one son (19) and two daughters (17 and 13). Feel free to leave any comments/critiques, they are always welcome. more..Writing
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