goodluck to my future wives
for their future lives without me.
you guys will do great!
i'm sure that i's have prepared you for every guy you date.
every guy you marry and every guy you hate.
it's the lullaby i sang out of tune that's probably what did it.
or the twin size mattress that i had since i was seven
that we had to sleep on whenever she spends the night
and if she falls off, she'll find another guy to like.
we're just romeo & juliet
but getting screwed and eating percocets.
just to ease the stress.
but soft what light, through yonder window breaks.
it is the east, but Juliet just puked off the balcony.
how romantic
nothing like stabbing yourself and getting manic
on a motherfucking Monday morning, i
i brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear
as i describe in detail how the end is truly near.
rosaline lies in bed weeping wide awake
while the burning love for juliet only took a day.
and i'm sure that we can do this for forever
or until we drink sweet poison, 'cause i see some cloudy weather
as romeo, lies in bed, weeping, deep in sorrow.
Juliet's burning love for romeo got burnt by the end of tomorrow.
and if romeo and juliet continue to get married,
then there's half a chance that their kids will be embarrassed
when other kids at school ask about their parents
romeo Junior has to say they're not together.
but fear not!
junior will dream of the day when he's a grown ass man
and he'll try to avoid the 50% chance
of his kids feeling what he feels,
so he'll probably just stick with the "Netflix and Chill".
Dear Shakespeare
Could you write a happy ending, please?
Could you write a happy ending, please?
We just deserve a happy ending, please, please
dear Juliet
Conversations under the stars haven't ever felt the same
Since you looked me in the eye
And you told me that things are about to change
you sure were made from Adam's rib
And the lovers went south
When the snake came back and asked my julie out to dinner
And i found out, and asked her what that's about
And she said, "Oh, it's nothing," but my stupidass loves to shout really loud
Loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground
In my memory, I can hear
Chopin's nocturnes playing in the background
A slow trainwreck, you'll close your eyes
But forever hear the sound, and boy, it's tough
'Cause that's the sound of people falling out of love
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Juliet.
PuisiA young boy falls for a girl, but the girl doesn't feel the same way so he spirals out for a bit but he's realises that he's just happy to be there as a friend after a long night of binge smoking and drinking all alone. He's never received the valid...
