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Star-Crossed Love


I used to watch him from a distance For I knew my feelings for him could never come into existence As long as our families hated each other Just because our skin color was of another I watched and watched as the days went by Hoping maybe one day, I would hear his lovely voice say a simple hi I never thought it would actually happen For it’s a fool’s dream to imagine Then one day When the sun was bright And the clouds were out of sight I was sitting on the park’s wooden bench When I heard someone behind me say “Miss how are you doing on this gorgeous day?” This simple question was how our secret began We were young and careless And never thought to have a plan For awhile things between us were good And I thought maybe we could Make this love work But I should have known That our feelings for each other should have been locked away and left alone Untouched by us and unseen by the outside world It didn’t take long before we were betrayed When a trusted friend of his gave us away That night we ran Into the forest to escape What we knew would be our fate if we stayed We laid on the moist forest floor that night Hidden from everyone and out of sight I knew it would soon be time to say goodbye But I tried to be strong and not give my eyes the permission to cry He held me close and whispered in my ear “I love you my dear, we have nothing to fear.” He then pulled out two guns Handing me one I knew this was the only way we could truly be together But still, I couldn’t help but wonder what could have been If our love wasn’t meant to be forbidden Out of our mouths, we spoke our final goodbyes Speaking only what was in our hearts and telling no lies We then both sat up and held the gun to each other’s head Knowing that tomorrow, two forbidden lovers would be dead
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