A TRAGEDY
And how come I love you?
When there are a billion more people in this world...
And how come your name tiptoes on my tongue?
Waiting for me to open my mouth so that my truth can come out.
And how come you're my Romeo but I'm not your Juliet?
When did our story become more tragic than two star crossed lovers?
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God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
