heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Stab Me With a Pen
Stab me with a fountain pen and I will bleed ink. My black embryonic fluid will splatter into letters, words, and sentences on sheets of creamy, white paper and pool at my feet when I fall asleep, head on the desk, clutching the pen in my stiff hand.
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Poets
