They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I hate to love you. Not because you aren't incredible and beautiful Because you are I hate to love you because you give me a sense of purpose
By Dallas Hewitt9 years ago in Poets
He tells me to be quiet. He tells me eat the pain. He tells me if I love him enough, Then I should never complain. This... this is his love.
By Barbara Dobbs9 years ago in Poets
"How blind can a man's sight be That he fails to see through beauty even if it sat in front of him The broken heart of a woman says a lot of things
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
I always want us to be together, But I have a confession. I'm lost and empty inside my heart, I am not really here, I've gone away.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Addiction you are an affliction '' I stay attached to you '' even though I feel so blue. You have the power '' and I have fallen from the tower.
By Mags Murphy Lynch9 years ago in Poets
Could I fly? Put it all behind me, Spread my wings and fly, I want to fly free, No more hurt for me, I want to fly free,
Couldn’t begin to describe the flavor It made my stomach upset Called your name down the hall But the language isn’t the same
By Desiderio Carrasco9 years ago in Poets
The dull pang in my heart aches ever so slightly. My heart thuds in my chest almost too painfully, rattling my ribcage and jumps up to my throat.
By Penny Campbell9 years ago in Poets
Keeping in mind… There are things yet to be fulfilled Love in its tendency To up and leave Without so much as a farewell
By Michael McArdle9 years ago in Poets
My heart will always miss you. You read it like a book. With you there was no mystery no need for even words. We walked each other through a lot, the hardest of hard things. Divorce, loss, and sadness we gave each other wings.
By Claudia Sanders9 years ago in Poets
A homewrecker's job is to reap the benefits of a wife, without having to put in the work of a wife. Making herself believe that she is taking my place.
By Screamin Tearz9 years ago in Poets
A sea of blue, green, white and sterility The Bulb in the lighthouse flickers and dies. Up on the rocks now, I've lost all mobility,
By Ciarán O'Connor9 years ago in Poets
