Be my Romeo I'll be your Juliet,
But instead of the knife lets runaway,
Lets leave our family far behind,
Leave the money and the title.
Back behind our backs.
With nothing but the lies of celebration in our black list union.
Lets start this revolution, with a bold revelation.
The crimes we held in our palms far far away a distant memory.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
