heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
One Day I…
The sun sat low in the sky, spilling its last warmth over the land. The air was still, yet my chest held a storm. I sat alone on a flat rock, toes digging into the dry earth, watching shadows stretch long across the savanna. This moment—this endless stretch of quiet—should have been enough. But I wasn’t here.
By Elsa Rose N. Chepingabout a year ago in Poets








