They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
you died doing what you loved, as horrific as that probably was, your last words a pulpit oration for all in attendance to surely remember,
By Tabitha Reno8 years ago in Poets
Why is it that love is so hard to find? When it is always right under our noses? So I ask you this, 'cause I'm in a bind,
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Will things ever be easy? Or will I be left to continuously hurt? I want your arms to always wrap around me Will my dream of us last forever?
You were sweet, You told me what I wanted to hear. You climbed the walls I built. You made me love you, But hate myself.
By Kelsie Williams8 years ago in Poets
You are memorable, because you were different. Past tense. I am forgettable because I am the same. Present. …hardly a gift but current nonetheless.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
i regret the days i didn’t want to spend with you because i was busy or stress had taken over my body once again i should have kissed you that night
By Hannah .8 years ago in Poets
Brown, deep eyes Sharp like a knife. With a smile so bright Like the pearly white Left me with With blood dripping down
By Gabriela Linares8 years ago in Poets
Don’t come searching for me When you realize that I am where I want to be Please don’t ask of me You see the version of me that best suits you...
By Timesha Conyers8 years ago in Poets
A long time ago I presented to you my dreams on a plate and called it 'Dinner,' We shared our table with many a lost soul,
By Bridget Meier8 years ago in Poets
I am strong. I don't mean lift a hundred pounds strong, I mean I have picked up my own shattered pieces and put myself back together strong.
By Miranda Brewer8 years ago in Poets
Whenever a storm approaches I think of you And pull out that old picture That I keep close to my heart The edges are weathered and torn
By Samantha Reed8 years ago in Poets
Her favorite place Was one so soft, yet gray Her favorite place could converse of her story with the wind by the sea, Her favorite place was so familiar and forgiving..
By Antique Gothique8 years ago in Poets
