They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
To the one who loved me too well… I’ve been trying to think of metaphors (Locked doors for secrets, mini-disguises for guilt)
By Kendi Stoneberg8 years ago in Poets
I didn't fall in love for convenience, or for body... Maybe God told me allow my heart to be taken, wrapped in metal
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
You are my mirror Were Past tense You were my mirror I looked at you And saw myself in you I saw my own darkness My own insecurity
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Promise not forget The late night talks, Singing songs on crooked Sidewalks. Like I can't forget How you said you heard
My mind is an empty bar Begging to be ransacked Every last ounce of consciousness Spilled on the floor So reflective
By Ace Arrow8 years ago in Poets
I’m pretending to live. I’m supposed to be young, But youth is fleeting and naive. But these are the best years of my life.
By Mary McCool8 years ago in Poets
Accepting the death of a loved one is less painful. Death of someone else, to you, is not fatal. It is less painful than accepting a loved one.
By S.G. Hill8 years ago in Poets
the time leading up to my departure was always dreary we made sure we were touching at all times but we didn’t say much
By summer8 years ago in Poets
Red The blush that tinges my cheeks when I am with you; the electric feeling of ecstasy when you touch me; the fire that spreads within me when you so much as flash your pearly smile my way;
By Kerrigan Herret8 years ago in Poets
Irony, like telling someone you love them, only to break their heart. Or the taste of blood in my mouth. My mind races
By Kyle Granger8 years ago in Poets
You were my dream last night, and I'm scared to go to sleep.I have a pillow in my hand, but I'm scared to count the sheep.
By Jacob Winslow8 years ago in Poets
You started with White Peach, boiling me so hot with words I wanted to hear, I overflowed with too emotion for you, and you decided to burn your tongue with my contempt anyway,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
