Baskadia

Can my broken heart still be repair?

This short story would inspire you most especially those whom heart has been broken.

My heart hurts

I know it's relatable to many of us.I mean most of us are victims of toxic relationships. It's hard to heal but eventually we'll all get better ❤️💯

Depressions manipulation

Depression has a way of speakin up on us Until its to late.we tell are self we are fine its just a phase.... what ever are denial statements are. If anyone that reads tjis and your feeling alone or that you have no where to turn. I am here to talk. NO PROBLEM IS PERMANENT. YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS A STRANGER THINKS YOU MEAN ENOUGH TO BE THERE NO EXCUSES. MESSAGE ME GOD LOVES YOU.

MY HEART

HEART BEAT

If i give you my heart 💞

If I give you my heart, Just remember it is a ‘hand me down’. One left in bad shape; Used to love's uneven path, Made of concrete and mud, of fine silk and leather. Just know this heart is fortified with a cul de 𝚜𝚊𝚌: One passage to scrutinize that which steps in. This heart is a rose... I'll give you its beauty or tear you with its thorns. Which ever way you choose.

Love

I want you as love You think it's enough I remember that hug Which was like a drug I was delightful Though you weren't faithful But what can I do I can't loose you

My heart

1. My heart is not in my hands Do command-never listen What should I do?? My heart is not in my hands 2. Observes all things that shouldn’t Feels tones of every one Could be dangerous still never listen Even feels happiness under gloom People use in front of him To collect sympathy you have to die My heart feels every thing why?? 3. Even Feels grief of dry leaves To being separated from their own Like they are telling their sorrow Are they want to tell me?? No one always stays with you Are telli

Damaged by abuse

Depraved and stained is my mind. Emotionally I'm unraveling not because of the blood splattered on the walls infact those force a smirk or perhaps a smile, accompanied by the sy of relief for abuse cannot no will no longer happen to me. But damaged I am and damaged i will always be. With Each act and every assault the parts that made me, me were violently stripped and ripped away from me. Now I feel like an empty shell, a well of torture memories that play only to rewind. I don't believe I've

Title: "Whispers of the Heart: A Tale of Enduring Love

Love

MY HEART

The depth of my heart is the size of the deepest ocean. A well of wisdom, when it's waves hits you there is no resisting. Are you interested? The size of my heart is the size of the deepest ocean. I ground myself so when there's a stirring inside you do not get hit by the raging storm. Will you be mine? The size my heart is the size of the deepest ocean. If it's a cool breeze and a trip to serenity you need! Stand by me 'cause I' ll take care of you!

A Broken Heart: For My Friend (Girl)

Everyone has a bittersweet memory with the beloved one. We can be friend with anyone we feel comfortable with. Somehow, the feel we kept for so long can kill us inside. Crush culture, stranger-friend-stranger. That's all

My first love dairy..

In days of old, our love did gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. Though now we've parted, hearts once entwined, The memories linger, sweet and kind. A chapter closed, yet love remains, In hidden corners, it sustains. Though paths diverged, and tears were shed, You'll forever dwell in my heart's homestead.

My Heart

My heart is beating for u, For!That I was living. I want to express my love for u , That I was daring. I felt you are my girl, That I was caring. You only used me, Then I was crying. You slowly leave me, Then I knew my love was ending.

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

LG Manager Yeom Kyung-yeop: "The MVP in my heart is Hernandez PO 4 starter system"

'good job'

I'm tired of this fight

I'm tired of this fight Stop making me your punching bag I am worth more than that I am not your door mat I am not something you can use Then abuse when you are done Thrown out Like yesterday's garbage When you no longer need me I'm tired of this fight That you have already won I feel and I ache Until my bones feel broken And it gets difficult to move I sit in agony Knowing I am not what you desire Knowing that it is just a matter of seconds Until you rip out my heart again Until you shoot me wi

My heart is for you

Love is a great feeling to have

Sensitive alike my heart🥹

A vintage style white flowers looks very beautiful🥹❤️

Sunrising view

THE PEN TO MY HEART

Title: •••— THE PEN TO MY HEART How would one suppose — feelings couldn't be engraved in prose, but, in selected verses — only when one feels unpleased once on the verges? If the pen cannot seduce — what's the essence of its use? It risks to reduce the potency of the words spoken to the ears when the motif isn't the fruit of our ideas. Sometimes, the heart has its conception — which the pen seems often to ignore. But, it[the pen] aspires to become an inspiration and transmits on pages what the heart's enamoured [with]. Isn't this pen a little bird; a factor? Isn't this a lucky emblem of Art? Isn't It this a benefactor — to poets? Such, is the pen to my heart.