I know feelings don't always stay,
Within a month you're gone, what is there to say?
The raven above my chamber door says on word "nevermore",
As I lay there crushed, broken, and beaten upon my floor.
Twas true loves first kiss that beckons on my soul,
It has been here so long though, I cannot pay its toll.
Who knew love came with a price, if I did I would not have lived this life,
I would have choosen to walk this earth alone; now death greets me with his scythe.
He has not come for my life, just for my loving heart,
Take it death, and leave me to be nothing but a old sour tart.
Where art thou Juliet remember I am your Romeo!?
Alas! No Hark! Sweet beauty that is not me that is Bernardo!
This is no mistake in loves unfortunate game,
In the end we are all fools, and even more the same.
Who can win your heart, against your own eyes?
It appears lust has won, and our love was all lies.
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