The women who remind you that a man will not make you whole, are the same ones, who felt their entire being shattered because they fell in love and now have nothing to show for it. Second Chances, J. Saunders
Tag: love poem
Reasons
I don’t write about the people who had hurt me Comparatively, I write about the people I have loved Page 173, Second Chances J. Saunders
Letting Go
I'm having a hard time understanding what we're supposed to be verses what we are. I suppose, I wish we didn't have to let go of the people or things that make us happy. Even if they were here only to teach us a lesson... I am having a hard time understanding, I may have … Continue reading Letting Go
My Words
My words always get me in trouble, in conversation or poetry I’ve never truly been strong with open communication because of this Though my poetry then is more profound... I’ve often mended hearts back together, even if mine was broken 08.24.18 @ 1:38 pm Love Notes, J. Saunders
Feel You
I feel you and I know that sounds crazy to hear If you think that’s overwhelming imagine how I feel But I feel you when you’re happy or sad I’m at peace when you are too I feel you even in the times when you want to be alone and you feel the weight of … Continue reading Feel You
Urges
Do you have any idea the daily battle I face? Most likely not, while your life has carried on just the same with or without me and I’ve felt like death has knocked on my door hundreds of times asking if tonight, we could be friends J. Saunders
Old Broken Memories
Remember when you ran down the stairs to throw a shoe in the kitchen? Instead of hitting the wall, it hit me straight in the head. You laugh, your sister starred, I dropped down and cried. Memories like this are all that's left. Any of the good one's just feel like a lie. At least … Continue reading Old Broken Memories
Emotions
All the drugs that could mask my emotions still wouldn’t stop my heart from beater faster, pounding louder, whenever I’d see your name appear on my caller ID J. Saunders
There will come a day, that will be your last to call upon me and I'll be there for your temptations A day where, I will no longer write words resembling the thoughts I never share You make it seem so easy, your inability to simply be A day will come... dawn will come and … Continue reading
Thoughtful
It’s not always about who you want but who want’s you too Who stays awake at night wondering if they’re on your mind losing sleep like they’re Page 168, Second Chances J. Saunders