Just as Juliet fell so easily -
Easily, I say, as I make light of love,
For I believed that I could never be her.
Before I had tasted such adoration,
Her sacrifice seemed pointless;
Her devotion simply madness...
Yet, as Juliet fell so painfully,
I have now fallen too.
The warmth of a hypothetical future
Burns this candle at both ends,
And the need for drastic action
Resounds with this pining heart.
What wouldn't I do for him?
To die seems too simple, too easy.
I was never one to take the easy road;
If I were, I wouldn't have loved him,
Dreamed of his body,
Tried to understand his wonderful mind.
There is little else to be said -
He looks at me, and I look back at him.
This is the wrong time, the wrong place,
Where consequences would be so dire,
But he is the right man, the only heart
That I wish to hear beating alongside mine.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
