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What to write about... So what do I write about then, I often wonder.
A tale of hate? Of heartbreak? Life's mistakes?
How do writers escape their own thoughts I ponder...
How do they hide from the tales they create?
It's as if they come to life when they're down on paper.
And no one is assigned to be a writer's saviour.
With dungeons and princesses lurking about
A young lad to prove to her that he's mighty and stout.
In my mind and yours they all come true
These stories we write, become a reality.
In day dreams and visions, feelings exhumed.
You know they're quite dangerous, these ideas; lethalities.
But shhhhh I won't tell I know they're real.
You can't make me speak, my pen is sealed.
But careful when you dream and it feels wonderfully realistic.
Because in reality, they can be quite narcissistic.
Warm up 1 I won't write about a cliche' tale of love.
I refuse to. Into old wounds, salt I cannot rub.
And even if every one out there isn't good enough.
I'll always be here looking for my diamond in the rough.
Romeo and Juliet's Song... (him)
As I was growing up..my parents gave me a lesson I won't ever forget
Told me to live life to the fullest and never live with regret
Saying love was most important..but then father left..all i remember is him in silhouette
But till this day mom still smiles..and tells me to go look for my Juliet
Looking back I was tough through things I had to undergo
The past six years hold an ocean of tears but even so
Every girl has a dream to someday let go
And in the end live happily with her dear Romeo
I never understood how people could give anyone all of their heart
it didn't seems smart..because that person could easily tear it apart
Leave you in tears as you watch them depart...disappearing into the dark
I guess I just didn't believe in love....but when I met..Her....I was willing to Start
He came along, gently swept me off my feet
Thought it was what I wanted, thought it was my dream.
Got comfortable talking, trusting
A New EndingThe tale begins with star crossed lovers
Against all odds they saw each other.
She held the knife within her palm
Deciding the ending was all wrong.
She stabbed her lover in the back.
Not thinking twice not looking back.
Took the vial and drank it all.
Ending with a bang and a curtain call.
The Supposed Ending of UsRomeo left Juliet to a land lacking souls
A journey which on his heart would take a pricey toll.
She lay there peacefully dreaming of his handsome face.
He saw nothing but death's kiss and soothed her face in a warm embrace.
His blind love could only keep him awake for a few moments
If he had only stayed awake she could have made atonements.
Yet as the last drip dropped on his stone expectant tongue
He lay there limp while with agony and torture her distressed heart loudly sung.
The poison vial she finds awaiting her has not a sip left
Tasting his lips brings no relief either as she tries to thief his death
But alas a glimmering dagger seeks her attention with success
For her feelings of grief and fatal love burning deep she could no longer suppress.
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