heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Tears
I spend far too much time pouring over things in my mind because the alternative is to just forget, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to wake and find the entries gone and lost like a plane to sea or a boat to air The many tears I cried over nothing That nothing was once something Or should I say someone, not nothing Many many are the tears I shed In grief, disbelief, and despair
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Poets
