heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Muted
Cold tears, shivers down my spine, uncontrollable shaking, silent screams. These are my symptoms. I forget how to breathe and how to live. I become reliant on one person because I know they're my drug. They're my safe zone, my home. The slight whispers in your voice remind me that I'm not alone and that I'm stronger than those voices in my head.
By Emilee Rivera4 years ago in Poets
