romeo.

[tasha]

where fore art thou romeo
so oft i use that phrase
to lend some feeling to my nights
and meaning to my days
for in these words lies fragile hope
that somewhere still lives love
when saying so i hear this hope
i havent given up
but words can be so fickle
too oft weaved in with lies
i think i see within these words
a cruel and harsh disguise
i see not maybe romeo
but romeo is dead
encased in sweetly sounding words
my ignorance it fed
oh cruel night, cruel day, cruel hour
thou art now that i seek
within thy thick and boundless space
so freely can i weep
for love is gone, and with it life
my body is my cage
where fore art thou romeo?
thou liest in some grave
where fore art thou romeo?
thou ist not living so
where for art thou deathbed
for there is no romeo.

 

[Noodle]

< I like your words, up above. There is pain and dicomfort there. There is also naivety lost and "the real" found.