They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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
My faith in love of the romantic kind... Has so far through this life made me wish I was blind. Towards the passionate fire that burns so intense...
Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
By Shaun Sundance Yates .9 years ago in Poets
November is cold, It passes with a swiftness, If you enjoy it too much and blink too soon it’ll be gone, This I can attest to,
By Neish9 years ago in Poets
I don't know what to do your face so cold and so blue Even as I hold you I cannot believe this to be true. Many times we walked
By Dennis LaLiberte II9 years ago in Poets
