This Romeo is bleedin’
But you can’t see his blood,
That’s ’cause you’re on the outside,
Outside, and away from the flood;
That rages inside of him,
As he fumbles with his words,
But you don’t look into those eyes,
Those eyes presently filled with hope,
Those eyes presently filled with anticipation,
Those eyes, which would later be filled with
Misery, agony and the residue of a heart burn.

-for Kinjal, loving you has got me writing poetry!