They will tear us apart,
Rip us to shreds,
Feed the wolves our hearts.
They are afraid of our love,
They want to kill it as soon as they can,
They don’t want you to be my woman,
Nor me your man.
For them its transgression,
More grave than the serpents,
They are keen to blow us apart,
Burn your love, to kill your heart.
How much do you want to see?
When will you understand?
All I want is you,
And everything you need is me.
I gave you a promise once,
When under the window,
We first kissed,
To cherish you, to love you,
And only you,
To give you eternal bliss.
I ask you to run away,
Let them whisper, let them say,
That Romeo was a coward fool,
For him Juliet was just a tool.
I don’t care if they vilify me,
‘Cause it’s only you that matters,
I never had high hopes from them,
So it doesn’t hurt,
When illusion of comfort shatters.
Please come love,
Don’t you tarry much?
You are just feeling the pangs,
The guilt of going against their wishes.
But you don’t want to go Juliet,
You run, away from me,
Towards the place we left,
Retracting your steps to the worn out paths,
Fumbling, panting for breaths.
I watch from afar,
As the shouts start,
In my grief ridden state,
Nothing is clear to my heart.
The glow of flames lick the spire,
Surrounding the place,
Forming a nest,
And with it rises your soul,
Stretching its wing
Reaching for the heavens,
They have eternally torn us apart with hate,
And fake tears cling to their lashes,
As they hear screams of a burning Juliet………………
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