None of your roses in my garden.
When did we stop playing with marbles? Would you stop grabbing the bottle?
A poem about heart break.
By Natasha J Bella
(Comments and feedback gratefully received)
My boy is broken inside like a candy cane.. the flame was ephemeral
Careful... You don't know how deep the water is.
I Always Remember this Part of my Life when I Said Goodbye to My Ex Boyfriend who Happens to be my First Love too... Its New Year Jan.1 I'm so Sad But I Guest Its Also a Good Date to Broke up... Sayin...
there’s so many connections between the stars and my thoughts
I stand on the shore and watch it approach.
Gasping for air, I struggle to breathe...
I needed connection, communication and praise. I received judgement, emotional isolation and pain.
When did we stop playing with marbles? Would you stop grabbing the bottle?
A poem about heart break.
By Natasha J Bella
(Comments and feedback gratefully received)
My boy is broken inside like a candy cane.. the flame was ephemeral
Careful... You don't know how deep the water is.
I Always Remember this Part of my Life when I Said Goodbye to My Ex Boyfriend who Happens to be my First Love too... Its New Year Jan.1 I'm so Sad But I Guest Its Also a Good Date to Broke up... Sayin...
there’s so many connections between the stars and my thoughts
I stand on the shore and watch it approach.
Gasping for air, I struggle to breathe...
I needed connection, communication and praise. I received judgement, emotional isolation and pain.