They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Couldn’t begin to describe the flavor It made my stomach upset Called your name down the hall But the language isn’t the same
By Desiderio Carrasco9 years ago in Poets
The dull pang in my heart aches ever so slightly. My heart thuds in my chest almost too painfully, rattling my ribcage and jumps up to my throat.
By Penny Campbell9 years ago in Poets
Keeping in mind… There are things yet to be fulfilled Love in its tendency To up and leave Without so much as a farewell
By Michael McArdle9 years ago in Poets
My heart will always miss you. You read it like a book. With you there was no mystery no need for even words. We walked each other through a lot, the hardest of hard things. Divorce, loss, and sadness we gave each other wings.
By Claudia Sanders9 years ago in Poets
A homewrecker's job is to reap the benefits of a wife, without having to put in the work of a wife. Making herself believe that she is taking my place.
By Screamin Tearz9 years ago in Poets
A sea of blue, green, white and sterility The Bulb in the lighthouse flickers and dies. Up on the rocks now, I've lost all mobility,
By Ciarán O'Connor9 years ago in Poets
Love is like a full-time job Gotta make sure he's not a slob I'm taking applications, but not hiring till March Drowning in an Ocean of people, yet still parched
By Neura Logical9 years ago in Poets
There was a girl who gave too much, Love and passion were her most lethal curse. She collected many up her sleeve through time,
By Rebecca Morin Torres9 years ago in Poets
And every night Before I close my mind to the world I pray that you’ll come back An indication that you're still alive I sit and I wait
By Arian Mason9 years ago in Poets
see what I never noticed there were warning signs and hold ups now I'm sitting back sipping, smoking on this doja tears no longer streaming
By Rau Niche9 years ago in Poets
My flesh burns on your icy skin My heart aches for your passive passion Your absent stare Your empty promise Sad, embellished words.
By Ella Troup9 years ago in Poets
I am not proud of who I am I love the person I will become Want to be Am not. You say I am so wonderful But there is always more
