Two families with gold at their side
In Verona We lay our script
With evil at their heals and with little pride
The civil people fight till they fill the crypt
From the parents comes a sibling
A pair of ill-fated lover will meet their fate
Who's sorrow and destruction is unwelcoming
With their death it ends the families debate
The passage of fear ends with deaths day
With the end of the parent rage bottled inside
They excepted their children's end with no revenge to pay
With two houses of bussness end the doors open wide
With the ones who know the rhyme
We will try to clarify with due time
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Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
