Condemned Love

by Anne Moore   Apr 29, 2019

His hair matched the darkened sky
His eyes the spider lilies of her garden
His skin as cold as the night
His soul the deepest hell

Her hair matched the barren ground
Her eyes the bright sky
Her skin smells like autumn winds
Her soul the dying leaves

Death seems
To follow were she goes
An unhealthy obsession
He knows

She was always
Just out of reach
He wanted nothing more
Than to be with her

To know her
To love her
Would be a gift

Condemn her to his world
Would save her
Let her be his Queen
It would give him life

But it’ll never happen
It seems
She’s just too far away
It seems


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  • 7 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    a melancholy piece about unrequited love superbly executed. Milly x

  • 7 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I found this rather enchanting and a total pleasure to read. Perhaps a little sad but brilliant non the less.