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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.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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