I have fallen again in the
hands of a love sick author
who promise me death in love .
William Shakespeare
the father of love
Sometimes I wonder Romeo if we were him and his lost lover trying to fill a gap.
I have found thorns in love
seeping through young people's
love letters promising one another an early grave .
We never chose death in love .
Sometimes I wonder why you
Romeo not someone else ,
couldn't i have fallen in the hands of fate
oh Romeo i think i have lost track of time
trying to understand our love.
We were young and naive
trying to prove a point in ink .
How i love to hate your silver tongue yet i fell for it .


© zita