They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
the love evaporated, vanished you placed the blame on my shoulders I carried it like Atlas simultaneously begging you for that
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Me? A broken heart? Please, I'm a man! I ain't got no feelings to hurt! I don't miss her at all. No... Not her hair...or those eyes...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Moonlight embarks on a nightly crusade to consume the restless. Moonlight sparks brilliant firework displays of human bioluminescence.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
So as my heart breaks, at least you smile Held by another's arms, not mine A love that could never be All I have left are tears
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
But do the lies taste differently pooling off your tongue, rancid meat? Do you swallow easily like a pull of water? Drink and wash it down.
By Emily McGuff2 years ago in Poets
You broke my ribs to consume my heart. Unaware you planted my love, deep within your core to sprout. The sapling of my love
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
You slip in through the front door like a tempest cloud. Your phantom kiss is listless ashes, blown astray. Monsieur, you {{saboteur}} -
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
I said this time would be different I wanted him to feed my soul Link our hearts using an IV Circulate love and peace He grew dependent
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
Caught in the throes of fiery passion You are blind to his betrayal But the lithe beauty sways him Beguiles him, jewel-eyed
By Raeanne Patterson2 years ago in Poets
If you ask me I will be honest we weren't always the smartest. Yeah, we had our ups and downs, not as bad as it sounds. What we both wanted
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Our transgressions no longer matter Never got a chance to fix it The years ended abruptly I thought I wanted you I want my past back
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Your t-shirt finally lost it's scent I've even lost my will to vent Your voice fades every day There's nothing left to say Unaware you're missed Dust now, not lips You are gone. I am Lone.
By Syncere2 years ago in Poets
