a poem from a broken heart
''three years my heart had been, three years my heart had longed, three years my heart has weeped, three years it has grown, and in three years it has shown. love only grows, never shall it fade or diminish, no time or distance shall keep it at...
Messages from the Heart
. \<3 **messages from the heart** "evening, hon."
Dictated from the Heart
#32 of poetry dictated from the heart (04/21/2022) you tell me not to drown, but sometimes it can be tough, you'll understand me when i say, it's a diamond in the rough, i see so much potential, for what our future holds, it gives me strength
Letters from the Heart
Hey, Mikey, I have to laugh just thinking about it. Maybe you don't find it as amusing as I do. I know the memory makes you smile, but now, even as I write, I can't stop myself from chuckling. You know what I'm talking about,...
Conception from the Heart by Xinnova2
the heart - written by xinnova2 the city was always such a rough place for anyone to attempt to live and to gain a true worth.
Poem: Fleeting From The Heart
Tears run down my face, love's ruining grace. Pain keeps on swelling, my heart is used to its dwelling. It'll be relieved soon... I can't always have this doom...
Straight From My Heart
Baby please don't ever make yourself regret And over my absence you need not fret I will always and forever love you I wish I could find the words to give you the slightest clue. When I'm with you or even thinking about you time seems to stand...
Fuzzy Feelings Chapter 2 : Knowing From the Heart
Knowing from the heart before we continue with my story, maybe a little history lesson is needed for those who were living under a rock for the past seventy years. so low and behold, in a country a long, long time ago far, far away.
Dreams Really Do Come True: A Special Message From True Heart Bear: Chapter II
The rapid taps on the bedroom window as the sun went down after a steamy June day caused me to glance from '1984', and look out from the second story view towards downtown Westfield, and the white church steeple on Main Street. A cloud car sat hovering...
Poem #21: The Two Hearts
Liquid love from the body pours: blood that comes from the heart blood which hate adores without which we are never born. to love we cling which spites and scorns love is a hateful thing.
Seasons of Love
It is a muze that can bring the right words at the right time, right from the heart. a summer in the desert. let the heat burn away the pain then pick up and count every grain that's how much i love you .
Der Maelstrom
#5 of poetry this is a piece from the heart, about a world that was lost, but which is now found. i consider this a simple howl out into a brave new world, to those others who are seeking and those with the answers whom i hope for a response.