Short Poems For A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

I yelled before i fell to the ground, my arms folded to support me. There was crack in my voice as i succumbed to the tears that proceeded to fall down my cheeks. "Mama" I struggled so weakly to withdraw before i fell to the ground. "She's gone-" I whispered. "She's gone" Gloria added as she broke into tears. **** I warned you guys, even I'm with tissues here -bottom line is always listen to the narrator, i mean you could have gotten a hint from the short poem. Its hard to find love, In a world that offers so little,

her heart grew weak again. ​Her hot tears fell silently, pouring down her pale cheeks. She felt a deep pity tearing through her chest as she looked at his wretched state; she remembered the other Kai... the Kai of the past, her loyal lover who used to fill her days with warmth and security before life's debts swallowed him and turned him into this destructive person who was going through the worst period of his life.

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. ....

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

I saw him in her arms, it tore me apart, My love for him etched deep within my heart. How could he not see the pain he caused in me? I was just a silent admirer, but he held the key. Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

I'm falling for you . . . it's no secret that I'm in love with you between your minimum wage job and sweet lips chapped from the bitter cold that has become my eternity but my god , do i miss the way you crinkled the sheets and poured too much coffee your words came undone with the touch of my lips and your ribs shattered under the weight of the world and all at once you went from everything to nothing and my lungs filled with dirt and the dead flowers that could easily be mistaken for my youth and on the sixteenth day of my brokenness i stitched myself back together ; piece after piece diamonds hiding in the back of my head reminding me of the boy that was once mine // there is no longer a

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.