it doesn’t feel like titanic anymore.
Please don’t let Romeo and Juliet die.
Is this love story burning into ashes?
my feet aren’t touching the stairs.
my gown won’t read my poems.
                                               
the kiss didn’t reach my lips.
the waves didn’t scream my name.
Did my tears reach the blossom?
The candles are inhaling all the oxygen.
                                       
rotten-smelling raindrops.
my blood is staining the floor.
gold dripping down the wall.
                                       
I don’t know how to speak.
I don’t know what to hear.
all I know are the love story in the books.

~TM Vignesh