Loving Type of Soul

Loving Type of Soul

A Poem by Erin Sky
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wish I could remember what inspired this - let your imagination run wild! Its a bit old, btw

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My poor dear, I am so sorry

This to hear

I know you loved her

And know you’re wondering why she did go

 

Some morning bright and fair

She awoke and packed her bags

With all your money, all your treasure, all your gold

She gave no warning and left no sign

She gave no warning and left no sign

Oh my dear, you could’ve seen it coming

But you’re the loving type of soul.

 

And the loving type of soul can always spring back

Because it believes in hope and never forgets its dreams

You, my dear, must let her go

And be pleased that your last sight of her

Was head full of golden hair by the light of the Harvest Moon.

 

Don’t you go running after her, my dear

She’s a thousand years away from you by now

Drinking cold coffee in some shack like this

She’s not meant for you.

You’re just the loving type of soul.

© 2008 Erin Sky


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i think the viewpoint is from a mother who is a little bit too obsessed w/ her son

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like the majority of the piece--how it flows and the way the words are placed, such as the reference to the soul in each of the stanzas. However, the piece that i don't care much for is the very first piece. I don't know why, but i feel like as you were writing the poem and it continued to grow, perhaps your mind harped on a different idea, making the first not match the rest? I'm not sure, but besides that, i think this piece is lovely!

Love,
K

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Erin Sky
Erin Sky

Ithilien, Gondor



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I hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..

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