They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
"I saw that the world was unkind So I became the kindness I didn't see in the world" ... They called me brave today They said what I did was admirable
By Kaitlyn Cane3 years ago in Poets
I am too fragile,feeling like shit for a while. Pain, oh my pain Never mind, it’s just my middle name Worst was the pain
By The Madman3 years ago in Poets
Turn it up for me. What is that sound? That old noise? They did it better. * A quiet life? No. Family; protests; music...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
I remember the first time we met Cure for the broken heart you were. Your touch was that of the warmest blanket Wrapping my whole body
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
the hole the whole of me aches as I ponder the hole the whole of me grieves as I ponder the space in photographs at dinner tables
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
When all your thoughts are sad and lonely When all your pains feel way too much When every bit of happiness is tainted When every bit of joy has dissipated
I'm Busy... In the daily hustle, I hustle harder, "I'm busy," I declare, the ultimate card, Talking to me? Nah, you won't dare,
By Sugan Ya 3 years ago in Poets
Loneliness is but an illusion, For within the depths of my soul resides a silent friend. Together we traverse the vast landscapes of solitude,
By Yang GM3 years ago in Poets
* Split ends and manicures hang nails and lipstick lines Age creams and pedicures mixed drinks and fresh cut limes Pay checks and creditors
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
How does one process, That you wont be aging with me, That the creases in your face will never match my age, That you will deteriorate, as I celebrate life's s biggest moments,
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you are hard to love Making me wish I could admire and love you from afar But I can’t Because of our type of union and the years we’ve been through
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) 3 years ago in Poets
I would so much like to be me who in the clutch chose diff'rently and so went on his merry way-- and so left me to own my today
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
