heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Thirty Years A Slave [Dedicated to Those Struggling To Love Themselves]
1. Escaping, to where Body and mind are safe enough, to open up showing the world I am not afraid Chasing this unforgettable dream, that My choices are my own and must remain so, as you will never own me.
By Andrew Little3 years ago in Poets
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I don't like to think of you in my sombre hours, why must you torcher me when I've lost my powers? Deep within my R.E.M. you strip away the veil, waking me with a rush, your memories are my hell. You're mocking life as if we had another, you weren't just a man, you were like my brother. The trust now cracked, the sorrow seeping, like broken, blood filled veins, the break grows greater than the cut, each heartbeat is a strain. Like a dam meant to stop the harmful breaching floods, you open up well sealed gates, washing me through soggy muds; I try to crawl up the banks to where daylight beams askew, I pull myself all dirty, out from under the likes of you.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
