They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
You piss me off, You make me cry, You even make me wonder why. Why do I put up with it all? Why do I let you see my weakness?
By Jesi Sin8 years ago in Poets
She stood at the window He stood from afar but not far She wanted the publicity He wanted the privacy She wanted the world to know
By Kenneth Rivers8 years ago in Poets
The truth I must say without the delay My secret must share without spices My actions have all been destined to happen I stare at her from a distance not too far
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
Why did you do it? We were getting on so well, Why did you say it? Like a kid you show and tell, And I didn’t think you were like that, baby,
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
"The Prince Is Dead..." The word is out with a gasp of their breath. “I can’t believe his gone, and so very swift.” “He was such a good man” all those that knew him said.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Like a thief in the night, it has arrived This day, this moment, this hour, I am not surprised Maybe I am, but actually hid it pretty good
I can still feel it. The fire exuding from your eyes, piercing my skin. The graceful magnetism of our bodies, colliding into one.
By Ashley Ellen8 years ago in Poets
I wish so desperately to be normal. I long for a day, even just for one day, without the constancy of pain and numbness
By Moriah Conant8 years ago in Poets
You're in the background of all of my fondest memories My wildest times... No one could ever live up to my thoughts of you
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
Graced with strong hands and a hardened heart He didn't mind much tearing me apart I found myself drowning In the middle of a sea
By Bri Wellington8 years ago in Poets
He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's considered every move; every step. Stalking his prey... Soothing words; Coaxing the scared to come out of hiding.
By Jenna Martin8 years ago in Poets
[Verse 1] Couple hours in, and you bet I was soldIt's not your story, It's the way it was told Couple more beers then shortly leavin' the barOn top the car, On our backs, and countin' the stars
By Josh Wilson8 years ago in Poets
