this is from a guy's pov in my head. could be a girl though
It seems like a lifetime ago, but perhaps it's because the clock stopped ticking the minute he walked out the door.
it still stings because i thought we were close and he cared but i guess not i was "practice" .
For everyone who can’t communicate with their partner, and not for lack of trying.
I’m new here and could use some pointers.. all feedback welcomed and appreciated!
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)
A romantic poem that discusses how people grow apart with the passage of time.
She promised, and she broke the promises, discarded me like an useless object... real story of what happened to me.
My boy is broken inside like a candy cane.. the flame was ephemeral
this is from a guy's pov in my head. could be a girl though
It seems like a lifetime ago, but perhaps it's because the clock stopped ticking the minute he walked out the door.
it still stings because i thought we were close and he cared but i guess not i was "practice" .
For everyone who can’t communicate with their partner, and not for lack of trying.
I’m new here and could use some pointers.. all feedback welcomed and appreciated!
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)
A romantic poem that discusses how people grow apart with the passage of time.
She promised, and she broke the promises, discarded me like an useless object... real story of what happened to me.
My boy is broken inside like a candy cane.. the flame was ephemeral