Cupid, must thou pierce me with thy searing arrows?
Other passions now fleet into the air,
My life meaningless otherwise but for her cause
Her lips fills the rifts in my cracked heart
Space between mine fingers only to be contained by hers
Staring down at me as she does,
The Stars mock me with their twinkle.
Oh Cupid thou art cruel
Separating us congenial
I pray the fiend take my soul,
Such that we lay in the abyss of fire
Where our passion can fuel flames forever
My heart aches, my soul fades
Everything away, for her grace
-End
Umm. I dont know how it sounds to you all, but if it sounds bad please leave comments on how I can improve.
I'm shortlisted for a English Talent Programme and I wonder if i should include this in my portfolio of writings. Thanks guys! (Good comments are really welcomed. Haha) Cheers!
2007-11-10
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