Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
This particular soul Doomed to endure eternal love This particular soul Cursed by the mourning dove This particular soul, Wretches under the spell “BIND IT , WOVE IT !” , They screamed Poor entity Bedevilled by such enchantments And so, The spirit shivered , raw to much affection, So it seeped , Like cushioned paint oozing from the tin So then, Strings of passion , fondness yearned out of the shell Clinging onto , Partial Juliet’s For much love is too much to bear Alone Wherein the entity feared most Therein , The soul shared love openly Why may you ask? The fear of loving one so intensely Would leave him alone , broken and densely So it makes sense to the broken wreck , To fraction his emotion As the fears of loving oneself, And another, Whole heartedly , May crush this particular soul
0
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
This particular soul
This particular soul Doomed to endure eternal love This particular soul Cursed by the mourning dove This particular soul, Wretches under the spell “BIND IT , WOVE IT !” , They screamed Poor entity Bedevilled by such enchantments And so, The spirit shivered , raw to much affection, So it seeped , Like cushioned paint oozing from the tin So then, Strings of passion , fondness yearned out of the shell Clinging onto , Partial Juliet’s For much love is too much to bear Alone Wherein the entity feared most Therein , The soul shared love openly Why may you ask? The fear of loving one so intensely Would leave him alone , broken and densely So it makes sense to the broken wreck , To fraction his emotion As the fears of loving oneself, And another, Whole heartedly , May crush this particular soul
He is cursed with too much love , it breaks him to hold it all inside and so he attaches onto others .
Written by
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem