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To Whom It May Concern
you took my power when you took my heart yet I gave it willingly then you smashed it to pieces like the windows that you broke
Ailyna RedbirdPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThief of Love
I have borrowed memories from those who close their eyes when they kiss, stolen the melting substance that unites lovers. I have ripped off the tears of unrequited love from those virgin faces. I have walked on the footprints of those too scared to give life a chance.
Marco GrittiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWinter
There’s ice in my veins and a fire in my soul There’s no love left just this icy cold winter you left inside me I was yours for the taking
Charlie MilesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Burning Truth
So many feelings, anger, hate and fear. These are all wrapped up in my confusion of my past and the key to my future. Man how I want to be in front of you sometimes just so you feel what I feel and really hear.
Shani KennyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Woman In Love
I want to be touching you and to be a flower or something else as sweet and open the poem and I are tongue tied arguing about which metaphor to use
Ella QueenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDid You Hear Me Break?
I spent last night bleeding words and ways to apologise to you, but I don't think that you want to hear them. I don't know what I am supposed to do with a notebook full of "I'm Sorry's" because poetry is just words and it the reader who makes them art. If you won't read them are they even true? If a heart breaks in forest and no one soul is around to see it shatter, does anyone care at all? Philosophies, soliloquies and tragedies and you and me will never end if you refuse to write with the ending with me. So I will keep bleeding word until my veins run as dry as your tear less eyes, notebook after notebook and I know now that a heart that no one sees break will never fully heal.
Logan BakerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove
I open my eyes and see you by my side and the one thing on my mind that you are my life. Sweet orchard hang in the rails of our days drinking in the delicate beauty of the air , silk tips running through my skin soaking up your inviting touch with every breath I take; I fall more into your gaze almost like a endless haze of infatuating love that I promise to grow like a garden of all our days blooming freely organically and naturally. Purest love has touched our life and infected every corner with surprise that I intend to find with you on my side. So when I see you next to me I can finally feel complete for I know what we are can never find defeat
Aristy RosalesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrystals
Was it worth it love? Those crystals you found Was it worth it my love? When you hid the note you found Was it worth it my love?
Stephanie KeeseePublished 7 years ago in Poets