This Romeo is bleedin’,
But You Can’t See His Blood,
Thats ’cause you’re on the outside,
Outside, and away from the flood,
That rages on inside of him,
As he fumbles with his words,
But you don’t look into these eyes,
These eyes presently filled with hope,
These eyes presently filled with anticipation,
Would later be filled with misery, agony,
And the residue of a heartburn.
-For Kinjal. Loving you has got me writing poetry!