heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Echoes of Forgotten Promises. AI-Generated.
Clara could still hear the sound of promises. Not the spoken ones, the ones carved into wood, written in ink, whispered late at night under streetlights. She could hear them in the way the wind passed through her empty apartment, the way the coffee cups rattled on the counter, the soft creak of the floorboards under her own hesitant steps.
By Ihsanullaha day ago in Poets
The Last Letter You Never Sent
There is a drawer in every home that holds things we pretend are forgotten. In Mara’s apartment, it was a small wooden box on the top shelf, varnished but chipped at the edges. She hadn’t opened it in years. Inside were letters she had written but never mailed, ribbons that had faded from red to pink, and photographs that had curled at the corners.
By Ihsanullaha day ago in Poets
