You stutter out words from your gossip filled lips
entrance me delicately with infatuations first kiss
and in my mind you stitches have been stitched
and your mine
but sometimes they say love is blind
and I'm in the high, of your bliss
and nothing can go wrong tonight
i cannot see, your blinding me somewhere somehow you crossed a line in which you whisper softly that we shouldn't feel like this and you right
you know romeo drank the poison wine for his love in which he died, only to have her live
