heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Moon Was Our Witness
When people talk about love, they usually mean the kind that's allowed. The kind you post about. The kind that gets applause at weddings and anniversary dinners. The kind that doesn't make your heart race in fear every time your phone lights up. The kind that isn't whispered in dark alleys or hidden behind half-closed doors.
By Angela Davidabout a year ago in Poets
