Now he sits in his cell,
lending his love for her to his pen,
writing her letters she won't read,
until he is dead to read them for her,
until he is dead,
like the man he killed,
for murdering her.
He closes his eyes, thinking back to the times
he held her in his arms,
like nothing could ever tear them apart.
And when he opens his eyes again
he's back in the cold, hard reality,
where death tore them apart.
And in the realty,
where only death can bring her back to his arms.
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Romeo
PoetryDo you remember Romeo, the boy who died for love. Do you remember Juliet, the girl who held the boy's heart in the palm of her hand. Do you remember their love, who shined brighter than stars on a night sky. ____________________ As the most teenager...
