Curse
This is my curse:
To love one so thoroughly
That I can see no one else
And what was my crime?
Just to love, whole body and mind
One who does not know me
And so this is my sentence
My heart shattered in pieces
Exposed, laid open on the ground
But I relish in these chains
No matter the pain, they hold me
Close, yet still closer to love.
-@apoem2you
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Note: I hope anyone who reads these poems can enjoy them and perhaps connect with them to their needs. As my page suggests these poems are for “you” which to me means that unknown someone these poems are someday truly meant for. Whether that is a great love of my life, any number of those I meet throughout life, or just myself, I am not entirely. All I know is each is meant for someone very dear to me.
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