heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dust-Killed Melodies
There are melodies in every life that never make it to the chorus. Some die quietly, their notes thinning out the way old memories do—soft, almost apologetic. Others die louder, like a slammed door or a breath someone never takes again. And then there are melodies like the ones I lost, not to tragedy, not to time, but to the simple, cruel settling of dust. Songs that were meant to bloom but instead suffocated under the weight of everything unspoken.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
What the Moon Told My Brokenness
There was a night when I could no longer hold the weight of my own silence. It was the kind of stillness that presses against your chest, where even breathing feels like confession. I sat by my window, the world outside washed in silver, and the moon hung there — round, distant, and unbothered by all the things that had unraveled inside me.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Poets
