heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Turmoil
She looked back The past a flame She gazed into his eyes As she realized The past was built upon lies She remembered them growing Like 2 seedlings entwined Growing upwards Tightly twisting Now slowly lighting Sparks a flame Climbing up Each lie bursts Into flames Until Its nothing But a pile of ash Charcoal reminds her of the past She looks into his eyes And she cries and cries Pupils a reflection Of flame and heavy in shame A reminder of the many tries The tears she cried All the many lies Had sparked the fire The past burnt up Leaving no desire
By Amber cross9 months ago in Poets
