They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Our time is a labyrinth, a winding of riddles. You can always solve them like a cascade I submerge into Ethereal Enigma.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Poets
It feels like a dead end, no finish line in sight, Why did I embark on this journey? I’m caught in a cycle, going round and round.
By Glory Alaba3 years ago in Poets
you accused me of moving on in three days so i move on in one and i’m not so sure if i should feel something more than this
By hh3 years ago in Poets
Just look at what I’ve built At how far I’ve come I did it... without you * I can breathe freely And speak my mind I can do this... without you
By Christina Vanhaerents3 years ago in Poets
Maybe... I was a fool for listening to your version of me, Maybe... I was stupid for not setting myself free, Maybe... You were right; there wasn't anyone who could love me,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Many a men say I take after you But you don't seem to agree To you I'm just another disappointment Another daughter you wish was a son
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
A postcard of sorts arrived today from a port far away penned by my love ... I fear my love I will never see thy sweetness
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
I fear I can't articulate the depth of my love for you, lost in the vastness of emotion. This realization leaves me saddened,
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
When depression is at it’s peak And my existence has gotten weak A cold shower is where I go to let my soul speak Do I have a purpose?
By Le L3 years ago in Poets
She has grown to allow herself to believe that with me she is delusional That everything that she has learned of me is something that's just for show...I am simply not the truth.
By Shawna 3 years ago in Poets
