They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
By Sam G9 years ago in Poets
[DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few years ago, when struggling with my own sexuality and an eating disorder.] words of affection feel clumsy in my mouth
When doors fly open, staying wide for the neighbors to murmur about the 3AM noise, she sits there waiting to declare this bad day
By Ti Ana9 years ago in Poets
“I love you,” he says. It means so much when being held on my bed, head dangling away from where I should be looking, unable to move from the sudden shock of what ever happened tonight.
I'm talking about you and me. A light and a shadow. A bright star and a dark ship. The night, the wind, the silence. The sea surrounding us.
By 0 09 years ago in Poets
I'm gradually slipping away from my sane reality. Hold onto my hand & try not to let go. Left behind with the understanding of tempory grew into whenever.
By angel feiel9 years ago in Poets
She was born beautiful and innocent, until the first man she had ever loved broke her heart He left her in this world cold and grey
By Melissa Pereira9 years ago in Poets
You are surrounded by people daily But still feel empty You have a family But still feel empty You have a baby growing inside of you so your emptiness begins to fade
You broke me and I blamed myself. You laughed while I cried. You felt nothing while I felt everything. You left me, you left me with the weight of a thousand worlds on my shoulders. While you had not even the weight of a single feather on yours.
By Chloe9 years ago in Poets
One night we were talking About the things we want to pursue. Things we want to happen That time and distance won't let us do.
By IntuitiveBlab9 years ago in Poets
You lay in bed at night Wishing to change your life Why did you do what you did You rushed yourself into this You aren't happy
I sucked your poison out of my veins. Life is too short to waste time on those who are out to kill you slowly with their actions.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
