Enter the scene a broken Juliet,
crown of thorns upon a bloody brow.
Clearly broken, and yet beautiful...
Enter Romeo now.
Twisted shelter he provided her,
and yet here she stands like a pillar of pain.
Shakespeare's story got it so wrong,
Romeo couldn't love a girl so insane.
Every night, Juliet cries for him.
She loves him with every bloody cut.
And yet Romeo stares hard the other way.
Poor thing, she was never enough.
Some would say that Romeo was stupid,
others would say that he's just simply blind.
Whatever it was, he possessed Juliet's heart
whilst she tried to grip tight to her slippery mind.
But upon entering this scene, all is lost.
Romeo stares on through poor Juliet.
He's become the only thing she remembers,
and yet she's the only thing he forgets.
Bitter tears scar the face of a sweet girl,
predestined by writers so cruel.
But by the end of a tired poem,
Sir Romeo shall play the royal fool.
Juliet hurries home one night,
writes Valentine's upon a bitter wrists.
Feels beautiful, calm, awake for a moment...
and then the sweet end hurtles in quick.
A lovely precipice lies over the ocean,
one swift leap, and Juliet sails into the air.
Her scream catches in a throat too raw,
her last desperate wish is that he'd care.
Romeo watches out his window,
he sees Juliet become a lovely falling star.
Smashes into the ocean,
and Romeo quickly understands the scars.
Bitter realization makes poems long,
but darling, it makes suicide notes so short.
"I'm so terrible sorry"...
It's all the Romeo wrote.
Bang bang and it all comes to an end,
the poison twas only tired metaphor.
No, lovers ne'er died in safer arms,
unless you count safe arms to me guilty terror.
Juliet was beautiful in the end,
she got her dying heart's wish.
Romeo woke up a minute too late,
seeing Juliet go from bird into fish.
The end to a poem meant to justify.
I thought two tragedies deserved there peace.
No, Shakespeare never did get it right...
True love never matters in the least.
