I feel something I've never felt before
I feel it right to my core
It steals from me without me knowing
And yet i keep going
Deep into these unknown trenches
Losing half of my soul and all of my senses
I kept at stake my heart
And lost my mind too
I chose to give you my love
I ended up dying too.
Drowning in madness
As Hamlet’s body falls down
From his poisonous pain
Romeo with his potion
And Juliet with her dagger
Was it love that brought them together?
Or cruel fate?
Better to be Pyramus and Thisbe
than god Apollo and Daphne?
As love oft triumphed by envy.
Oh to be Abelard and Heloise
or Juliet you and Romeo me!
Cleopatra, Marc Antony,
Orpheus, and Eurydice!
Martyrs to Cupid, were you wary
of the price to pay? Did you find peace
from Plato’s coined mental disease
in Pluto’s long halls of Hades
or the self induced daily shade of trees?
What of love dooming kin to Achilles?
When Dido and Aeneas meet
is her suicide guaranteed?
Pray tell us, can true love ever be free!
for a second
you actually made me believe you were in love with me
god thinks I've ran away
perhaps I've been lost all these days
but I don't deserve paradise
can't even count all my alibis
and here she lies in a story which we all shall begin
of tragedy and victory of passion and sin
all the petty past jealously
wasting your pretty present time with me
are you ready to turn and go the other way?
I wanted to wast alone
soon I wanted to live with you
I'm alive and all the music sounds so much better
I even can cry when I watch things die in dead of winter
when are skin touches it feels like our first hit of electricity
more than a brush or a rush of newly past memories
it seems we cannot hush our passion or bliss
when we've been longing for so long our very first kiss
is it wrong to sing a song about running away from time with you
dancing like it's prom dying in your arms
saying my last true words
"I love you."
Glazes thy lips, making them bittersweet
Those lips once warm and tender on mine
Now lifeless and cold to the touch
Oh what ill timing, for him to die as I awake
His breaths to shallow as mine deepen
His dagger lays upon the floor
Bloodied from my betrothed
How shall I live without my Romeo
Oh I cannot
Sweet dagger end this pitiful life
So I can be with my Romeo once more.
Had to write poems for my English class so why not post them?
If it's true
And love gave him wings
Why didn't they stop him from falling
Being a star-crossed lover isn't all it's cracked up to be.
It's a lot of hurt.
I'd rather be hurting for him than not have him at all.
Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you so much!
Are you willing to give up your name,
the way Romeo was willing to lose
his name for Juliet?