Balcony Scene


Trust me, this isn’t my doing

You can choose any friend

But family? That’s the bitter end


I could be anything you want

Say the word, we’ll elope

Run from convention’s rope


I come to you cap in hand

profess my love for you on bended knee

don’t worry about disputative families


Yes, he’s my father

I, his loving son

But he couldn’t stop us with a loaded gun


Here I am in plain sight

I fear nothing, have nothing to hide

Take my hand, let's live


n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Eighteen prompt revisted: Give five answers to one question, without explicitly identifying the question.