heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Lungs
Kelly was her name a small girl sitting by a small lake surrounded by a open field. Her hair was white, a pure bleach color that blended with the sun as it flowed into the blinding view she would always dip her muddy feet in not that it helped much she cleaned herself at home for that.
By Artist of procedure3 years ago in Poets
