Romeo's Wrath


The words were clear but the meaning unattainable,

clueless and blank, gray books caught my eyes as I wondered

away from the conversation thanking saint upon saint for not

having a scruffy rough man to wield.

Her lips are moist, tears slinking from her big brown eyes,

lips moist from insightful thoughts which I have used.

She'll learn her closure as their soft heads rest back against

cat filled rooms to catch the sense of his rapid senseless



Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about my best friend and her boyfriend having tough times...

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