Juliet With No Romeo
She looks at him like he lights up her world
But he just thinks she is only pretty
He rejects the worlds she uses to swirl
He trashes her heart and paints graffiti
She could not turn him into poetry
And she could not make him simply love her
Her love was grand like a sequoia tree
But his love was barely a small whisper
Gave up her life to things that made her cry
A small bottle of wine and medicine
Made her blood and stomach acidify
And all that was left was a skeleton
To think of all the sad streets he passed by
And so not for a moment did he cry.
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