Miss Romeo - Poem by dave kennett
In Another town, another broken heart. Along the byways winding through a soul strolls Miss Romeo. Asian assassin eyes mixing with a walk that needs no talk she comes and goes. Licking her lips, twirling her hair with a deathly flair, it bares a heart to the torturer of the night. As Miss Romeo walks into the moon lights dew with her prize, understand it's not about me or you. In every town on every night she walks and talks. She's Miss Romeo and doesn't care about me or you. It's just about the age old play and all the actors though and true. Both will love, lust and lose. Whom gives a levee about the cost in city street illuminations? It's about reliving this age old narration. Another man, another women and another broken heart found in the street lights dawning. Yes in another broken hamlet on a somewhere boulevard you ll find them Miss and Mr Romeo.
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