heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I was afraid of being late for my loved ones as I was late for myself
You are the flowing dirt of my dreams. Perhaps the fluid hatred of the tyrant. My miserable heart lying on its side in the lever of my interior and here is my tingling inner voice and the hiccup of yesterday.
By Recipology4 years ago in Poets




