heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Abandoned
*I always wondered why my mother had walked out of my life. I always swore that I would give her the third degree about it (so to speak) when I would eventually meet her. Because growing up I figured that someday I would see her again. Whether it would be standing over her grave or face to face. Truthfully I never knew back then whether she was dead or alive. And now that I have met her part of me wishes that I haven’t and no she never did answer. I still don’t have the answer as too why she left me. All I know is that in life sometimes things happen that we aren’t responsible for.*
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Work
Your bewildering pain you falsely titled as "love" smashed my brain upon the canvas for the world to see. I was no longer pieced together strategically and lovingly, as my soul was sedated and captured by the clutches of whatever darkness you created.
By Jo Severson8 years ago in Poets
