._
_slinking into the shadows, hands sheathed in blood,_
_tears scaring cheeks accustomed to pain,_
_there is no end to the suffering of a broken-hearted fool_
Blood, Pain, Poem, Poetry, fool
But only if i can keep you
i hope what is gone does not return
not a day goes by that i don't feel it's burn,
behind my smile is a broken heart
behind my lies i'm falling apart
Poem, Poetry
My broken heart. my other half is gone. he is gone. i love you, i scream.
leaves blow through the air and i drop to my knees in the grass of my frond lawn. falling backwards a leaf blows infront of my face.
Depression, Gay, M/M
"still, a broken heart is no laughing matter," said delton. "people waste away with a broken heart. surely you were shown some more kindness with rattus."
"he moved me into better quarters," said the princess.
Dragon, Dragoness, Human, M/F, Maid, Non-3D, Other Planets, Pig, Rabbit, Science Fiction, Slave, Space, Story, Violence (Not In Yiff)
I'll never share
shattered glass, a broken heart
one person, two minds so very far apart
a shadow says "hello, how are you?"
Poem
._
_ unspoiled thoughts or broken hearts.. and we should take the right one.._
_the lives are pass, the dreams are fade.. amongst a fake goals._
_ we want to know, we plead ..demand(!) -- "what may be true, what false?!"
Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Sad, Series, life, question
With every broken heart,
i had lost before the start.
you are my sicknes, my weakness, my pain.
how i wish for it all again.
Metal, Rock
Longer
shed the tears of woe,
we hold hands, like two branches intertwine,
our love climbs like an ivy vine,
our reflection shimmers upon the river
that flows, i now know i'll never shed the tears of
woes, you light the skies up above me,
a broken
Love, Poem
She is a genuinely caring women who goes the extra mile to help one in need or broken hearted,
and throughout all of her hard work, no one ever sees her fall apart.
Compassion, Love, Poems, Poetry, Women
The broken heart
love 'til death, for a start.
liquid love from the body pours:
blood that comes from the heart
blood which hate adores
without which we are never born.
Love, Poetry, heart, rejection
hearts
the thought of him startles my deep sleep
where are you, oh lost love
the story once told
a dream once believed
knowing that our time has passed
wishing to speak and to behold him once again
a love never to be
remember me lost love
Poem