They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Before you go tomorrow Promise you won’t turn around Before the pain and sorrow Leaves me broken on the ground Before you say goodnight
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I pour from an empty cup into an empty space that can’t… no… doesn’t care to hold it. ”never chase” you laugh over a beer
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
it happens sometimes I awaken so strangely I do not remember where I am lost in a once familiar space the reassuring touch of the familiar warped by absence of memory
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
I'm waiting for a train that will never come. Yes, I know, it's fucking dumb. Yet somehow I'm still paralyzed in fear, somehow it feels like it's very near,
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
Brittle bones turn into dust Teardrops fall, turn into rust Enemies turn into friends Becoming strangers once again The guilty, simply misplace trust
A Letter of Love My Dearest, I sit here, thinking of you, Of all the moments we once knew. The laughter, the joy, the quiet nights,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I’m sorry, my love For the battle that resides inside of me is coming to an end - and the outside is losing The torture Oh, the torture that took place
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
Invite me to the stars... Whisk me into the unknown, Around the harmony of memories. Nurture my petty existence, Tune into my suffering.
By Matas2 years ago in Poets
I still don't understand how such warm touch and words came out from such a cold heart I thought we both were going to keep this flame alive
By JAMR2 years ago in Poets
Not a word in the five years I had been away, Now no words can be uttered again. Your prayers were to leave before my ailing dad,
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Poets
like burned bridges I did not unknot the ties that bind I snipped them with scissors and let the ends fray like tattered ribbon.
As I was eagerly waiting for the day to end, you disappeared to never be heard from again Every call to you was to an empty void, my pleas were my heart being destroyed
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
