I must admit, I've made a mistake
Yet it's the dearest I'll ever make
Cry out to the heavens, "Oh what have I done?"
Though I must admit, it was good fun
We were never meant to be it seems,
Star-crossed and accursed are we
Ever rogue and scarlet deep,
To pray each other's love to keep
Are we perhaps like black armored to white?
The shine of sun in the middle of night?
Or are we placidity flirting with fret,
Playing as Romeo and his fair Juliet?
And when was ever so mismatched before
As a Slytherin and a Gryffindor?
For Capulet and Montague's plight seems frail,
Compared to our bitter and woeful tale!
Yet in our parting I've come to see,
The happiness you instill in me.
There's nothing sweet about parting, my dear
In our case it's all about sorrow, I fear.
Know I'll be gone by the first rays of sun
But you must admit-
It
Was
Good
fun
Yet it's the dearest I'll ever make
Cry out to the heavens, "Oh what have I done?"
Though I must admit, it was good fun
We were never meant to be it seems,
Star-crossed and accursed are we
Ever rogue and scarlet deep,
To pray each other's love to keep
Are we perhaps like black armored to white?
The shine of sun in the middle of night?
Or are we placidity flirting with fret,
Playing as Romeo and his fair Juliet?
And when was ever so mismatched before
As a Slytherin and a Gryffindor?
For Capulet and Montague's plight seems frail,
Compared to our bitter and woeful tale!
Yet in our parting I've come to see,
The happiness you instill in me.
There's nothing sweet about parting, my dear
In our case it's all about sorrow, I fear.
Know I'll be gone by the first rays of sun
But you must admit-
It
Was
Good
fun
