wrote it as a side project during our romeo and juliet and poetry unit in my school a couple years back!.!.!. just want feedback please, you can trash it if you want
How is it that I’m unable to be loved, and unable to love!?
It doesn’t seem possible, let alone probable,
to be incapable of both!. But woe is me,
for I am cursed, as this being without a heart to give,
and with no one of whom I would wish to have it!.
Sure there are many a men who would have liked to have found my inexistent heart,
but none have been able quite to grasp it!.
All but the two have failed miserably,
and the remaining have found it much too hard to bear,
for what is to be of me,
who loves no man and cannot see a way to live a life
with no love to give or receive,
no way to comprehend those meanings, of which life itself must be based on!.
To care and share and see and be held
So close to ones’ self that it is one you shall be!.
Woe is me, woe is me,
I shall despair now as I go on these days,
To whom it may appear,
So long and lonely is,
Yet, I am, so as I live!.
These days pass and fall and studder and end,
No way of knowing what will come,
So on I go, and go and go,
With myself forth,
I go alone!.
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