They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I always want us to be together, But I have a confession. I'm lost and empty inside my heart, I am not really here, I've gone away.
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
Addiction you are an affliction '' I stay attached to you '' even though I feel so blue. You have the power '' and I have fallen from the tower.
By Mags Murphy Lynch7 years ago in Poets
Could I fly? Put it all behind me, Spread my wings and fly, I want to fly free, No more hurt for me, I want to fly free,
Couldn’t begin to describe the flavor It made my stomach upset Called your name down the hall But the language isn’t the same
By Desiderio Carrasco7 years ago in Poets
She was dangerous, but I didn’t care. My mind and heart were impaired. Like a drug addiction, nothing could compare to the feeling of being high. She was the stars in the night sky, and the universe was in her eyes.
By Shawn MQ7 years ago in Poets
The dull pang in my heart aches ever so slightly. My heart thuds in my chest almost too painfully, rattling my ribcage and jumps up to my throat.
By Penny Campbell7 years ago in Poets
Keeping in mind… There are things yet to be fulfilled Love in its tendency To up and leave Without so much as a farewell
By Michael McArdle7 years ago in Poets
My heart will always miss you. You read it like a book. With you there was no mystery no need for even words. We walked each other through a lot, the hardest of hard things. Divorce, loss, and sadness we gave each other wings.
By Claudia Sanders7 years ago in Poets
A homewrecker's job is to reap the benefits of a wife, without having to put in the work of a wife. Making herself believe that she is taking my place.
By Screamin Tearz7 years ago in Poets
A sea of blue, green, white and sterility The Bulb in the lighthouse flickers and dies. Up on the rocks now, I've lost all mobility,
By Ciarán O'Connor7 years ago in Poets
Love is like a full-time job Gotta make sure he's not a slob I'm taking applications, but not hiring till March Drowning in an Ocean of people, yet still parched
By Neura Logical7 years ago in Poets
There was a girl who gave too much, Love and passion were her most lethal curse. She collected many up her sleeve through time,
By Rebecca Morin Torres7 years ago in Poets