Lost In Love Poems - Poems about Lost In Love

Not once did I blink, Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink, Drowning silent in your soundless sea, Begging the world to let me be, Even if death walks next to me. No past to flee, No future to believe, Only you — a shadow near, Clutching time in a crystal tear. I won’t let go of your hand, Though skies might break and...

Continue reading...

songer.co/song/av59cy1bjxekw5xafe14bv3l [Verse 1] I remember mornings when the light was mine, Every breath steady, every hill I’d climb. I believed in forever, I believed in me, In a world untouched by what I couldn’t see. No one told me silence could sound like goodbye, That a heart could break and never know why. I was just a soul with arms open wide, And the...

Continue reading...

Each person grieves in their own way, processing loss is never easy. It helps to have understood early on that nothing lasts forever. Death is part of this life that's transient, the end never comes when opportune. It's comforting to focus on the treasures, no matter how short the love has lived. And what remains within the heart, enshrined, resides in there forever ~...

Continue reading...

in a soft sigh or quiet curse a bubble of pain in the embers of a fading fire sparks of memory in the hollow of the chest echoes of love where the smile doesn't meet the eyes mania or melodrama ...

Continue reading...

I hate my low moments. Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number These days it never goes through anymore All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words I dont want you to pick up. I dont want your voice to warm...

Continue reading...

Come near do not take your gaze from mine The heavens have nothing on the stars of your eyes If you're willing take my hand. let our destinies entwine If not then fear not for your company will grant me respite A reprieve from the death of love unachieved The loss of my heart to an unassuming thief To be deprived...

Continue reading...

The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

Continue reading...

My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

Continue reading...

He drew maps for a living. Not of roads, but of promises— soft lines where her laughter once lived, tiny arrows where her eyes used to point when she couldn’t say stay. She was the sea— ever folding into herself, a hymn of salt and leaving. No harbor could hold her, no anchor dared ask. He traced her tides in silence, built cartographies of could-have-beens, and marked in...

Continue reading...

The road was rough, the path well-worn, My boots were dusted in what we mourn. I walked by the field we used to know, Where dreams were born, but failed to grow. A window glows behind a hill, A face I loved, maybe there still. But time's moved on, and so have we, After we fought - I lost the...

Continue reading...

My love is a black hole, silent, vast, misunderstood. It doesn’t explode. It swallows. Soft things. Sharp things. Every memory. Every maybe. I give and give and still it spins, pulling everything in without return. I don’t know where it leads, only that it holds so much: letters never sent, touches never returned, hope that clings even when hands let go. People think black holes destroy, but I...

Continue reading...

I don't love you We can say I don't know you We can say I haven't given you a chance We can say that maybe love will grow if we are patient We can say there is hope But as of now, I don't love you What we can't say is that I don't know what love is I know...

Continue reading...

I am the girl who loves too much. The one who bakes brownies instead of saying, "I miss you," because sometimes sugar feels safer than truth. The one who writes long birthday cards and sends postcards filled with drawings, because my words can be too heavy, but my heart refuses to stay silent. I fill pages with prayers, scribbled in hand-written cards with too...

Continue reading...

I used to think heartbreak missed girls like me, the ones who waited, who stayed soft and sure. For years I prayed, “Lord, guard this fragile heart,” believing stillness meant I’d skip the fall. Then he arrived. The first to hold my hand, the first to kiss me like it meant something. He made me feel alive in quiet ways, like maybe...

Continue reading...

ill drive down the highway at one eighty two you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember the moon in the sky is so far away in a big pit of darkness...

Continue reading...