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Her name is Juliet
0 reviewsDo you care that your's isn't Romeo? Because mine sure as hell ain't Shakespeare.
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Sometimes
I recite poetry
Just to feel my lips move
Purse and stretch
Shaping
Creating a tune
In other tongue
Whispering fool
No words of mine make sense
Tumbling out
Vibrating
Like leaves in the wind
City streets
We kissed only once
But you've shouted my name
By the eye
Thrown pebbles
Too many times
One time
I threw up blood
By your sordid feet
In the dark
Tepid
Both claret and air
In a dream
You lost your arm
Why stays unknown
But I cried
And I knew
So certainly why
This time
Slowly come crawling
Is it something you tell them all?
Or am I
The vision
That wouldn't fade
This time
I won't be a coward
Neruda, he said it all
Saddest lines
I can write...
...Repent and erase.
I recite poetry
Just to feel my lips move
Purse and stretch
Shaping
Creating a tune
In other tongue
Whispering fool
No words of mine make sense
Tumbling out
Vibrating
Like leaves in the wind
City streets
We kissed only once
But you've shouted my name
By the eye
Thrown pebbles
Too many times
One time
I threw up blood
By your sordid feet
In the dark
Tepid
Both claret and air
In a dream
You lost your arm
Why stays unknown
But I cried
And I knew
So certainly why
This time
Slowly come crawling
Is it something you tell them all?
Or am I
The vision
That wouldn't fade
This time
I won't be a coward
Neruda, he said it all
Saddest lines
I can write...
...Repent and erase.
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