Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Have you ever been so in love That your entire life gets consumed By the thought of the one who has your heart? What if you hadn't even mentioned how you feel? Has love ever caused you to fear all aspects of life? Do you even remotely understand my inevitable pain? Have you ever questioned if you're emotionally alive, But when you see that special one your body and soul revive? Then, do you question how long you'll survive? Will it all come crash down? How can one but so bad, Yet you always accept them back into your life? When did something so deadly Begin to feel so right? All of this is a heartbreaking situation That is uncontrollable. Being unable to confess your love Is the equivalent of being committed. There's only two options: Live in fear, Or die in love that remains eternal. This is my affliction. This is my addiction. This is my attraction. I'm an assassin's victim of love arrows. This feels like poison by what or whom seems to be unknown. I beg of you, Be my cure. I do love you.
0
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
I'm an Assassin's Victim of Loves Arrow
Have you ever been so in love That your entire life gets consumed By the thought of the one who has your heart? What if you hadn't even mentioned how you feel? Has love ever caused you to fear all aspects of life? Do you even remotely understand my inevitable pain? Have you ever questioned if you're emotionally alive, But when you see that special one your body and soul revive? Then, do you question how long you'll survive? Will it all come crash down? How can one but so bad, Yet you always accept them back into your life? When did something so deadly Begin to feel so right? All of this is a heartbreaking situation That is uncontrollable. Being unable to confess your love Is the equivalent of being committed. There's only two options: Live in fear, Or die in love that remains eternal. This is my affliction. This is my addiction. This is my attraction. I'm an assassin's victim of love arrows. This feels like poison by what or whom seems to be unknown. I beg of you, Be my cure. I do love you.
joseph-norris
Written by
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem