heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
STILL AMONG US
THE CALL CAME IN SAYING SHE HAS TAKEN A TURN FOR THE WORSE ...but there was never an order for a funeral herse ...there was never viewing, nor repass nor clinical summary designating "cause of death", inherent illness or sudden occurence.
By Carmen R Jimerson Cross-Garcia-Sullivan-Safieddine3 years ago in Poets
๐ดโด๐ ๐ฒโฏ๐โฏ ๐ช๐๐ธโฏ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐โโฏ๐
You were once a stranger, A person unknown, But now you've become, A part of my home. I remember the first time, Our paths intertwined, A chance encounter, That forever defined. There was something different, About you I could tell, A spark in your eyes, And a heart that swelled. As time went on, And we got to know more, Our friendship developed, Into something worth fighting for. And now here we stand, With a bond so strong, You were once a stranger, But now you belong. For in this crazy world, It's rare to find, A soul like yours, That brings peace to the mind. So let's cherish this moment, And cheers to the past, You were once a stranger, But a friend to the last.
By Justine Jake Dela Cruz3 years ago in Poets
Now and then
Time didnโt exist with you, instead we lived moment to moment without being confined by the edges of the hour. There were lifetimes in the seconds spent wrapped around each others fingers and their permanence seemed to linger as we forgot to watch the clock, but when I remember, I am reminded of all we are not. We are not the forever served on a silver platter, we are the nows that we choose not to let go of even when accompanied by their problems and perhaps weโve been too naive to solve them, but still we cling to their certainty, to the reality where you and me make it past our point of no return, to the future that only exists in fairytales because it will forever be a fantasy found in my dreams. I dream to wake to your reality, where we exist indecently intertwined ignoring all of the warning signs that our time is running out. Because with us, like with anything that lies beyond what we can fully comprehend, we were destined to be misunderstood, so we pretend we donโt understand that there are only so many seconds to an hour or so many hours to a day. We pretend so we can have a forever, even if it only fits into our now.
By TheLateBloom 3 years ago in Poets
