They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your vultures appeared Like a formality I'm your casualty You'll kill me, is it fair? Left for dead in your wake How much did she take?
By Melanie Burke8 years ago in Poets
So many times I thought….Why? Many more times I thought… How? There was that time I meant BYE! Then it was… Why now? If I had one chance to do it all over
By Myesha LaSha8 years ago in Poets
you promised and like a fool I believed you gave me love and like a fool I accepted you fed me comfort and like a fool I trusted
By Max Pierre8 years ago in Poets
I should've known I should've known better than to open myself again than to defy every instinct in my being than to let myself love
Whosever stood in front of a man, with so much love you can't stand, so lost in the eyes of passion, so basic in the sense of fashion,
By Teamdad Will8 years ago in Poets
;( two thousand and fifteen I couldn't see that when you called me beautiful it wasn't me. in your eyes, beautiful was finding a girl
By Aryella Grey8 years ago in Poets
I finally accepted the fact that you’re gone That was the end of our love song, I had spent years Looking in the mirror
By Abigael Francisca8 years ago in Poets
Why are you still with him? Honestly. ... because he makes you happy? Was he making you happy when, You cried yourself to sleep two weeks ago?
By XXX XXXXX8 years ago in Poets
Do you know what it's like to wake up at 2am? Hungry, but unable to eat With a heart broken just one too many times, Thoughts spiraling into thin air, moving so fast you can't grasp them long enough to understand yourself or your current feelings.
By Stefanie Salvatore8 years ago in Poets
"I look over at you & see sunshine" No. F-that. I look at myself and see pain in my eyes, but a bright, beautiful smile.
I remember cold air as the curtains flew open January air filling the room with this mystery feeling It didn't feel right but it felt necessary
By J. Chanel8 years ago in Poets
I am at a loss for words. As I have lost the inspiration for my madness, The words written are less truthful than before.
By christina digioia8 years ago in Poets
