Owe Me You

Romeo and Juliette were just like us

knew nothing else, but to love you

at your warm red lips, first was I kissed

torn apart in hands of a sombre fate

on thousands of other red lips and more

I search for that same old kiss

cast in thousands of paper planes

latters you may even never read.

Neverlike did the world care about us

behind scenes of a melevolent intent

handcuffed, thrown and ditched down,

where tells of nights behind bars are told

how I wish it took a little much longer

though alone not, as long as with you

no matter where I could be,

all could be right.

Been here, there and everywhere,

in search for an old thing

ain't going any further more,

scraping kisses off thous of lips and more

just to find this samething ever more

something contrary to that first kiss

a thing that costs less of a pennyworth

an inch closer to your lips cherry lips.

You owe me you and everything,

that I am without you,

and everything

that I only could be with you

give it all to me,

all that only belongs to me,

come back to me,

dig me out of this night,

amongst the unfolding shadows,

of a whimsical night mare.

november (the black poet)

*woes of a sombre heart*

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