They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I can still feel it. The fire exuding from your eyes, piercing my skin. The graceful magnetism of our bodies, colliding into one.
By Ashley Ellen9 years ago in Poets
I wish so desperately to be normal. I long for a day, even just for one day, without the constancy of pain and numbness
By Moriah Conant9 years ago in Poets
You're in the background of all of my fondest memories My wildest times... No one could ever live up to my thoughts of you
By Duanyell Williams9 years ago in Poets
Graced with strong hands and a hardened heart He didn't mind much tearing me apart I found myself drowning In the middle of a sea
By Bri Wellington9 years ago in Poets
He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's considered every move; every step. Stalking his prey... Soothing words; Coaxing the scared to come out of hiding.
By Jenna Martin9 years ago in Poets
[Verse 1] Couple hours in, and you bet I was soldIt's not your story, It's the way it was told Couple more beers then shortly leavin' the barOn top the car, On our backs, and countin' the stars
By Josh Wilson9 years ago in Poets
Another night I lay awake staring at the flames... My mind too active to sleep my memories the chains. That bind me to this repetition of insomnia I face.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
Why Why do I think so much? Why can't I ever stop worrying? My mind is slowly sinking It gets darker and darker everyday.
By Alicia Del Re9 years ago in Poets
If I could sit down and have bubble tea with you, I would tell you the truth. You are in over your head, dealing with those who will never help themselves.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
Time seems to trickle away Slaving day by day Listening to the sounds of the voices in my head pounding away Like thunder the drums boom in my ear
By Tamia Boykin9 years ago in Poets
You said a lot of things You said we would but we never did You said you cared about me but were never there You said you wanted me but never got me
The rhapsody of our first date drifted in the air as we charged our love to Destiny. For Chance could not have led us to this place
By Bonnie Simpson9 years ago in Poets
