Romeo / Juliet and the Coin Flip
Think not of the scars
The depth of the blade
Think not of romantic
Sonnets portrayed
Think only the blood, the anquish
The pain
The morrow will bring
While perished in flames
And meet with you there
There at the Gate
The Master of Souls
The nameless knicknamed
"For where art thou,
Sweetest Romeo?"
But tied to my tether
My tether below
"For parting be
Not such sweet sorrow"
As starlight descends
And balconies follow
Unto the depths
Where you react this way
Re-inact this scene
You will each day
Think not of the scars
The depth of the blade
Think the obverse and reverse
Identical, I say
No matter how flipped
The coin the same
Infinite in side
Depth and shame