Our story
started
years ago;
we were
childish
versions of
Romeo and Juliet.
You were always
up in your balcony -
singing made up songs
at the top
of your lungs.
I'm sure you were
tone-deaf, then -
and I would
beseech you
to stop in order
to catch
the paper planes
on which I'd scribbled
nonsensical
love letters
that would
never reach you
because the wind
was against
the both of us.
YOU ARE READING
Unforgotten
شِعرOur story started years ago; we were childish versions of Romeo and Juliet. Book #4 of the Unfinished Series by S. Brooks and N. Wolicki