Who Fell in Love? The Mafia.
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Hey there, stranger in silence,
You whispered promises last time,
As if it were no less defiance—
From Cupid turned Napoleon of crime.
Be there for one of my midnights,
Meet me on a scarlet scarf you'll wear for years.
Don't want to dance under party lights,
Thy blinding and shiny tears.
Remember those little laughs?
A child with stolen lullabies.
Wasting days and burning photographs,
If this is a war, I'll win with no prize.
Spitting words that became fire—
To my kingdom, you burned down.
Became vulnerable and used me as satire,
He was a clown on a rusty crown.
Used to compose a sonnet and rhyme,
But you made it bloody rumors before dawn.
I thought it was a fair game, but it was begrimed,
Breaking arrows, your childish romance is gone.
Neither did you make me happy nor make me suffer silently,
Don't blame me if I point this gun—
The gun you once used uncivilly,
And the gun you made for hit-and-run.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
