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Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
Rewind time and choose A New Path maybe this one will be less bumpy Down The Road Less Full Of Heartache and regret.

Less pain and suffering more nights with beautiful shooting stars and a Love For Life Alive in your heart. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
Nothing lasts forever not rain or shine or the darkness of our minds that haunt us every waking hour.

We are stronger than a couple of demons in our head tearing us down.

Nothing lasts forever one day the darkness will break and the sun will rise and everything will be right in the world it's just a matter of time. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
The colors of my mind are the colors of my Soul bright colorful and dark and elusive.

They can be bold like the sun in the sky or they could be mysterious and dark like the bat in the night. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
When you came into my life it's like the light switched on in my heart and I could see for the first time and all I could see was the fact that you and I were meant to be. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
Solitude is good for soul-searching.

It is a way to discover the true you without the noise of the world around you to distract you from self-growth and expanding your mind with new possibilities and getting back to the roots of nature.

That will help you bloom like a flower in the middle of spring. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
Picking up the pieces is never easy especially when you've been broken into so many pieces you will truly never be put back together in the same way as you were before. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary Apr 2017
Do you remember when life was simple and we didn't even have a care in the world.

Back when we were kids all we did was play sometimes cry when we didn't get our way.

I remember those days just like it was yesterday playing cops and robbers in the backyard.

Eating blackberries right off the bush and running around with no shoes on.

those were the good old Days. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
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