M.S. Capulet it's time to be honest with my self time to wash my chest out come clean about all I've really felt This isn't perfect, isn't close, but neither was the romance that Speare wrote feel like a fairytale frog with words stuck in my throat been trying to speak what i feel but so far only just croak Let me be your romeo...
Dove, you remind me what it's like to fall in love at midnight like a Montague you make me want to throw pebbles at your window come over late on nights like this when i don't know because you would't say and you fell asleep (you thought this might just be a summer thing, some sort of fling) But I'd do almost anything to keep you Juliet no regret, no joke I don't think there ever were words big enough for this hope. . .
And the two lovers they were starcrossed just like my fingers when we started "us" that night we stargazed but i guess I'm just afraid we'll shatter into stardust he climbed but she would have jumped if he asked that's us we're trying to get over our past. . .
I'm not gonna pretend i don't think about the past that i don't sometimes wish it, but that's just it we've got this chance and i'm not gonna miss it we've got this time and i'm not gonna twist it around I've got an ugly purple scar across my heart, will you kiss it now? It's been far too long trying to get this off my chest but let's write our own tragedy, hell, romance is a mess, miss. . .
notice, beginning M.S. is not ms. It is my girlfriend's initials, but the similarity helped inspire how i ended the last stanza.