“All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.”

I didn’t ask because I was afraid of the answer.

Heartbroken over a love that didn’t even exist.

And then there are songs I cannot listen to, without hearing you.

How sad to miss someone, who you know doesn’t miss you.

But I fell in love with an impossibility.

Two soulmates who didn’t find each other.

Was I too soft, or was the world too hard?

A story of modern love- two people neither wanting to text first.

Deep down you always knew.

Despite everything I’m glad we met.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

I looked at you and felt the stars go out in my heart.

Find the one you can talk to, when you can’t talk to anybody else.

Your eyes stole all my words away.

Half the world is carrying a broken heart, half the world is dreaming of being put together again.

Maybe one day we will travel the world together.

She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.

Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Writing saved my life when it all became too much. I poured my pain out into poetry I let the paper absorb everything i’d been holding on for years.

Don’t write about me I was never meant to be your poem.

You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.