heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
How do I love you?
I love you how wide, high and deep My soul reaches when, transported, Sit, stretching the eyes of this world The ends of Being, the half-dreamed Grace.
We Were Real
The memories I have Of our moments together, They are only stories. But the photos I find, A love note once hidden in my bag for me,
Does time pass? Do not pass
Does time pass? Do not pass in the abyss of the heart. Inside, grace endures of love, blooming in song. time brings us closer
Loving you is a thing of minutes...
Loving you is a matter of minutes Death is less than your kiss So good to be yours that I am I at your feet spilled Little remains of what I was
sonnet 18
If I compare you to a summer day You are certainly more beautiful and more pleasant The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
Song
Do not rely on time or eternity, that the clouds pull me by the dresses that the winds drag me against my desire! Hurry up, love, because tomorrow I die,
Ghost
I'm a ghost. I don't exist for you anymore. You have replaced me with someone new. Don't hide; you know I'll always find you.
forever?
what is forever? is forever the idea you have when you’ve been born, and you still hold close to your mother, and think that this will last forever?
The ahm
ahm will make the Italian ba! dance on the table bar ! He will just wait to drink with His mate getting older He transform Himself into a teenager state
Exploding sun
What happens when sun dies earth never stop its cries to manage the moon tries oh, my dear exploding sun you're a phoenix of fire
Hot Bowl Time Machine
Small and delicate pasta in a ceramic bowl Subtle, but comforting flavour But more... - Since HG Wells wrote The Time Machine
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWet Kisses
God sends wet kisses as lipstick stains to make the ground jealous. It was never love, you fool.