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
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
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 .