They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
;( 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
One night you silently came to my room You didn't realize I was awake Then you gave me this weird look That was what convinced me to make this decision
By Cecilie Birkshøj8 years ago in Poets
HOLOGRAPHIC HEARTS i'm more fragile than one can comprehend i butter you up and apologize all over again its a continuous cycle
By kmcaulley8 years ago in Poets
i want to know i want to know if random things remind you of me. i want to know if your smile falls when a memory comes back to you.
By kaylee bouchard8 years ago in Poets
Who is she? I see the woman in the picture My stomach churns The visual is strange It's been so many years Seeing how you have changed
By Tammy Gomez8 years ago in Poets
He circled her in the warmth of his arms She was content there At home there Every aspect of joy was found there But this isn't a love poem
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
