heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Ponder by the Pond
The sweet trickle can be heard when the moon is bright, reflecting across the sky all through the night, Cool and crisp, wet to the touch, dragonflys dancing with a wisp on the rocks, jumping in with both feet as liquid washes over me, now is about the time for some closure you see, It's never too late to relax with some tea.
By Kharma Scribbles8 years ago in Poets
