They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Black and white Ever since you came into my life I bought new clothes New colors all bright colors I was trying to impress you
By Hannah Mendenhall8 years ago in Poets
Something just happened; I can feel it in my chest as my heart begins to flatten from the pressure of this mess. I thought you had lied, but you were telling the truth.
By Patricia Pepper8 years ago in Poets
The last girl The last girl Tore me apart Broke my heart Left me broken Lungs filled up I couldn’t breathe So much stress
By Julian8 years ago in Poets
I wish I had her number so I can call and tell her not to bother You can tell throughout her whole life she has not had one dependable father.
By Ayahna Antoine8 years ago in Poets
Back in the days When I still had you I didn't need anyone else at all But if I could have Looked at the future The scenes would have stained
By J.J. Caldwell8 years ago in Poets
Rip through the skin, there she is again. Fallen to her hands and knees, she looks at the mess she has made on the floor. Burgundy river reflects the mask on her head. She finally sees through the blinded eye.
By Katie-Lee McKenzie-Litawchuk8 years ago in Poets
Dear Father, Where were you? I needed you, I needed you there I needed you to catch me if I were to fall You were supposed to love me,
By Amber Williams8 years ago in Poets
I can see you in every drop of water that falls when it rains I can see you when I wake up in the night from all of these pains
By Adam Dryden8 years ago in Poets
I see your ghost you linger, still my heart calls out and yet it's chilled we stare into each other's eyes yet right on through
By Monique Watrous8 years ago in Poets
Wasted in the morning Troubled all my dreams away Dirty little secrets You don't know what I would say When I see you falling
By Paul David Anger8 years ago in Poets
Your battle isn't over, your journey isn't done This disease will fight you, but it hasn't won Your smile lights up the room, and makes those girls go woo!
By Mary harrald8 years ago in Poets
I once thought my home was pure. A specific location appeared as A sheltered safe haven, yet For so long, I trusted this
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
