heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Girl without her mother.
Every night the purple clouds would come out to dance with white clouds, I lay on the freshly cut grass and layed in a position of an Angel, I thought of my mum up in the sky floating by, dancing from side to side. Hoping through the clouds spreading the purple all around to make it look like an oil painting.
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Poets
