Where did you come from? How did you get here? My heart’s asking!
With story of the old my heart feels it can be a partaker of your glory.
A reason to want to die for; a curse, a pursuit of aggrandize territory.
You made Romeo gave his life to the hand of a portion of death
How can you bring such a pain just to conform to physical gaze of blame?
Yes you are blind yet see what discontent the world eye gaze at your flame
Sweet breeze you fill a heart with double the storm you present even death
Can I hide from you my hearts say’s, a denier of natural flow?
Juliet you caused a double death even with much promise to your warming embrace.
With jealousy my heart grows, wonder to find a way out of your whamming
To find you rapped in the stories of the old cutting out the bitter ending.
The beginning now the end what more of an ending can you replace?
It is you I am talking to say’s my heart, you to which I arbor
Love can be so full with mixed feelings that a resulting pain is achieved
Like a virus, let become friends, then you devour with no shame, no reproach.
Parasite on the hope, dreams of what joy it can raise, all in a fantasy.
With no meaning you have ceased and cursed every heart that find you not,
Curse to death searching, wondering what it would have looked like, yes how?
To every heart you have given reason, a dilemma to conform or die inexperience.
So sweet you are, yet so bitter; your cup in presentation, how insincere”
Will a heart be without you in drama, without you in song, without you enchant
My heart has come to realize, its stream became red only because you came passing.
Finding my vim to keep on trying again and again!