They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I'm writing to tell you what I've done, to admit to you that I took what we had and I broke it, Don't think that you weren't special, that what we had wasn't enough, that you didn't fill up every part of me,
By Sasha Storman9 years ago in Poets
Can you hear the thunder? Roaring so loud like my heart beat. Can you hear the rain? Pouring down like my tears. Can you feel the wind
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
For everything lost, another one gained. My prized box set for a black and blue hip. Sure, he took, but never for nothing.
By Pen Princess9 years ago in Poets
Heart. This may be something I have never experienced before. I spring up in bed, and my blankets start to feel less like safety and more like sandpaper. Grasping for something, anything, to tell me that I am alive.
By Zoe Elizabeth9 years ago in Poets
I really don't think you tried to make me cry. You never were that kind of guy. I don't think you wanted to lie, but sometimes I think differently... deep down inside.
By Piper Suscha9 years ago in Poets
I am Good. I am evil. I have Two sides, one side hurts, one side hides. The pain makes me weaken, Do you see im not that bad.
Why do you say you can see me, When you fail to even look at me? Am I really that ugly? Why can't you hear me, When I am speaking out to you?
Hey now Virgo the things unseen Unsaid, unkempt, and happening Say beautiful things, things I can't wrap my head around
By Andy Russell9 years ago in Poets
Everything was perfect about you, Except me I was the flaw in your everyday, The stain on the tapestry that is your life
By g. whiles9 years ago in Poets
The night drags on as the moon tracks the hour. Sleep remains ever elusive. The dark pulling forth every painful memory, every angry word, every heartbreaking picture from locked deep inside. Only surfacing to torment an already troubled mind.
By Nicole Lane9 years ago in Poets
I am The Girl, who is trapped in this Dark room. there is nothing, not even a sound. I see this light at the edge of the room,
Three years later, when I first saw you I fell in love with a person, one I thought I knew. Your grin, dark hair, soul-aching eyes,
By Kisella Kopciuk9 years ago in Poets
