I am broken hearted.
I am dieing I my own dispeare.
My poor child.
I want her back and out of the hands of that pathetic Romeo.
Her blood is on his pitiful hands...as is our Tybalt.
I am drowning in a river of my own tears.
She is just a child forced to grow up to quickly... as was I.
I don't want to be alive without my daughter.I was supposed to raise her with dignity and pride.
And lead her to a great future.
I am crumbling in disppear.
Why didn't I help her?
I wanted to help her.
But I couldn't.
Shameful Romeo,taking juilet from me.
I blame him. Romeo is the devil in this game.
Let him rest In hell,in this fake love story.......
YOU ARE READING
Siliaqui -juilets mother
PoetryThis was sorignaly written as my English assement in Yr 8 but how edited and completed I want to share this Siliaqui /poem. Enjoy!
