They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I wish, when the chance arose, I would have stepped away. To be in the know Of who I am really am, And who I'm meant to be.
By Jennifer Lopez9 years ago in Poets
I'm not good at mourning I miss you most in the morning You're still breathing, walking with someone new But I'm left with the ghost of you
It's all a sham... Succubus! Incubus! Pulling in and Gripping tight With charms And sweet delight Only to crash down
By Nikki Michelle9 years ago in Poets
There is something so familiar within This paper and pen It takes this mind places Only this soul has been It must hold some sort of magic
By Skye Day9 years ago in Poets
I sit here in a dark filled room with tear soaked eyes, thinking of the day you left us. Are you still here? I feel your presence all the time, chills running down my arm. I miss you, but I know you are in a better place.
By tammy reuter9 years ago in Poets
It's been almost a year 11 months Since you shattered me into pieces And I can't explain it But every time I hear your name
By Zoe Elizabeth9 years ago in Poets
When the day is done. You only have to wear your own skin. The silence after the crowd leaves. A silent room. Alone with only your thoughts.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
Some day’s I let my heart win, Let those older colors drip their way in, The wound is precise, in the way it reopens, The same familiar burns reappear like old friends,
By AJ Wright9 years ago in Poets
I once thought you were my everything I once thought you were my one true love I once thought you were my all But I guess that's where I got it all wrong
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
He extends his arms towards me, an inviting gesture I enter the warmth that causes my every thought to fade It feels like the ground disintegrates beneath my feet
By Skylar Dawn9 years ago in Poets
I thought you said you were never gonna let me stand alone I thought you were an angel sent from above My mind to insanity, you drove
She surrounds herself with toxic stags and material loves As if this existence, her essence Is validated through constant reassurance of her worth.
By Andie Arthur9 years ago in Poets
