Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
At the age of 16, I felt that love was a connection on Instagram, a setting of special care between couples. At the age of 18, I felt it was the same aspiration, a couple's profile picture, and a shared vision of a bright future.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
"..Sometimes the happiness of..people is not complicated.. ..Just being with what you love.. Being with people who understand..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Why am I still here? I told myself I wouldn't come back, and yet here I am, standing once more in the same place where consequences and regrets sprout endlessly.
By Alejo Negrettabout a year ago in Poets
I can't hide secrets, nor can I hide sorrows, just as I can't hide the joy of loving you, nor can I hide the hesitation when parting. I'm just so calm. If you're willing to hurt, then hurt.
What Remains In earlier times, I often pondered About the transformations in others. I felt a deep sadness Regarding the differences I observed.
It is not difficult to forgive someone, but to trust them again is not easy. It takes weeks or months, maybe even years, to make someone's heart feel warm.
''Love'' and ''Infatuation'' Infatuation…temporarily disappears ''Love''…always remains Infatuation…usually uses emotion
Grief is the ache in your chest that never truly subsides, a constant reminder of the emptiness left behind. It's in the silent moments when I yearn for a voice that will never speak again, and in the empty chair that will never be filled.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Book of Love Is a Load of Shite A piss-poor script for desperate fools, Scribbled by liars, peddled in schools, A rotting carcass dressed in gold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Bigamist Who Broke My Heart He wore two faces, one for me, one for her. He spoke in promises, soft as rain, sharp as knives.
Yours Will I be Your life's love Your choice Above all others Past, present, future Yours? For you will be my whole heart
By Juliet Wabout a year ago in Poets
Slithering Into my heart Coiling Around my core Twisting Through my eye Winding Into my navel Snaking Among my bosom
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
