A New EndingThe tale begins with star crossed loversAgainst all odds they saw each other.She held the knife within her palmDeciding 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 soulsA 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 momentsIf he had only stayed awake she could have made atonements.Yet as the last drip dropped on his stone expectant tongueHe lay there limp while with agony and torture her distressed heart loudly sung.The poison vial she finds awaiting her has not a sip leftTasting his lips brings no relief either as she tries to thief his deathBut alas a glimmering dagger seeks her attention with successFor her feelings of grief and fatal love burning deep she could no longer suppress.
Dear Romeo.I hath besought thine wit about rules of love my dear Romeo.The dream thou hath shown me, only to have it crazed.Thy heavy soul doth astonish me to think thou hath naught.Yet methinks thou art mistaken, for thine riches are not of ducatsThy riches lie in love.Henceforth prithee thine heart not halt from pain wrought of yore.Nay, I bequeath unto thee the promise of a thousand sunsTo keep with me always, like the heart I doth own, a thoughtOf every fullsome moment we dost cherish.
To My MotherThe Broken reflection of her, my lovely lady, is impeccable. Her beauty surpasses that of any I've ever seen. The prettiest rose weeps at the competition, and she outshines the brightest star, dulling it to a pitiful state...yet looking closer shows a diamond in the rough...she comes from a harder time, a tougher life where the tears she cried flow as a river of melancholy to her modern day self. Memories with sharp little teeth...She's leaving me for another life of green and little coffee shops filling the corners of her emptiness. I can barely write a symphony of words to express the agony...the ache my heart is forced into when I think of her being so far away...yet there are not enough words I can think of to explain how much I'll miss her....So here I lay....sadness demanding my attention and silence commanding my lips.