They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I was in love with her, She fell in love with me. The love that we had, It was one of a kind. No one knew what we did, In the dark.
By Deth Angel3 years ago in Poets
The pain of love is a real b'tch Call the doc, my body just died, kind of itch The pain of lost love is bad, and so sad Many of us say
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
I convey your heart with me(i convey it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear;and whatever is finished
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
No man has ever been so bold to dare lift a fist or hand to me Nor is it ok to lift hand or fist to any in the name of love
It's the witching hour, 2, 3, 4 or so Clomp! Clomp! Clomp I hear him approaching I then feel the thud of my heartbeat Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
By Salamatu Bida3 years ago in Poets
Love spell will last Cure pain from past Hand over hand, heat does rise With lies, thus soon dies With this, pain much more vast
By C Louise3 years ago in Poets
How to feel Once you go. Pull back the rev, Else burn on the fire, Lit with no view of risk. I felt then at ease. Fake, fed by code
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Poets
In a world where loneliness thrives, Two souls entwined, their lives collide. A concerned stranger, adrift and alone, And an elderly heart, with stories to be shown.
By Dave B3 years ago in Poets
In a small, weathered house, tucked away, An elderly figure sits, alone, they stay. Through the misty window, raindrops fall,
Did you think you could wash away the memories with hair dye and cover the wounds with a simple change of clothes? I was never so foolish. I press the farewells to my skin like flowers in a closed book, saving them for later even whilst knowing they will look different with time. (Even knowing they were never pretty to begin with.)
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, I stand, A son now orphaned, adrift in this land. For my father, dear, has departed this earth,
By Nadula disanayaka3 years ago in Poets
While holding hands, they board a train She leans against his shoulder They run away from wind and rain The night is getting colder
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Poets
