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lexi-harwick
lexi-harwick
Through all of it, I never thought That you'd do that to me. It hurts that I gave you faith and love-- Things you could never receive. I know you had good intentions At the very start. You wanted me in your life And a place in my heart. Although now you're gone, There's still a place for you in mine. The only thing to fill the hole In my heart will be time. I hope that you're happy, Even if it hurts that you've moved on. I just want the best for you Even if you're gone.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Forgiven, Always Forgiven
I fear that time closes in; It moves faster and faster. A broken heart, a broken mind, My life is a disaster. I'd hoped that time wasn't done. There's still much for me to do, But the night bandit creeps up on me As I wave goodbye to you. I wonder what it will be like, If eternal life exists; All these questions cloud my thoughts Like the spring's morning mist. It pains me so that I must go, But I know it's out of my hands. There's something larger than I, And it's all according to His plan.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
Don't Mourn Those Who Were Called Home
A piece of me is gone, And I thought it would be back. You left without a song, And you didn't leave a track. Instead, you left memories; They replay inside my brain. All the good times, all the bad times, They just fill me with pain. Pain from a great loss No one could prevent, So I put a shield around my heart That no one now can dent. In short, I wish you were here, And all I can do is write. In the morning, I feel your absence And even more so at night.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Where did you go?
a plant grows towards the sun as we grow towards happiness but the sun is 93 million miles away and happiness is out of reach
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
solstice
it's been 43 days since we last talked. the worst thing is: you still don't care. it's been 43 days of throwing stones and the pain I cannot bear. it's been 43 days of suffocating; without you, there's no air. nothing matters to me anymore besides the fact that you're not there.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
throwing stones