Romeo and Paris have die
In their foolish ways
They died so Juliet cried
Friar ran away in a daze
Then the parents came
To see the young lovers side by side
The parents ended their fame
Along with their pride
They made a memorial in gold
To remember the lost
Then they began to make the mold
When they were crossed
In peace they lie
Even though they had to die
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Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
