Casanova

Dropping shards Of a stain glass love in bloom About to start When these eyes Cut through like diamonds to your heart Dear Whatever is on your mind We can leave it at the door Our curtain call moment is worth so much more U've got My missing pieces and I've got Urs This poem... Across all Ur world, My tongue, these words, will carve Prick Thy little finger ... Pretty girl, U can be the bandage wrapped around my finger They tell of tales of youthful vigor Love unrequited, And parting ways to leave them bitter I can do you so much better I'll strike you on Ur cheek if U even look away for just a second U can take a bite of Me and drink from heaven all the nectar This fallen angel yearns for a leather jacket out of U for countless stories left to whether together Hell has been... An unexpected prerequisite reconciliation Of two lovers living exiled, under jurisdiction And just one Casanova To stir the flames for just a while And U and I will be left in reminisce... ... This ring of purgatory, We will wonder around yet again... Hanging on by the edge of that one last "True Lover's Kiss" And a night to truly remember Forever... What a twist... Oh.... What a twist..... ©palewriter