Oh Juliet, my Juliet, where art thou?
i have searched and searched fruitlessly for you
yet i gain no reply, no response to my increasingly pitiful cries
until that one moment, the blossom of light, fire on
cold, wet wood, shedding light on a beautiful world
only to be extinguished oh so cruelly, not with water, no
at least then there is smoke, an intricate pattern of memories
but no, dirt was tossed, and there it shall remain,
stultifying something beautiful,
and his uncivil blood will make my civil hands unclean
i have been banished from my personal fair verona
in search of another life, another love, a spark that will grow,
slowly, steadily but always held back by the ash from fires long before
Oh Juliet, my Juliet, where art thou?
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
Oh Juliet, my Juliet, where art thou?
i have searched and searched fruitlessly for you
yet i gain no reply, no response to my increasingly pitiful cries
until that one moment, the blossom of light, fire on
cold, wet wood, shedding light on a beautiful world
only to be extinguished oh so cruelly, not with water, no
at least then there is smoke, an intricate pattern of memories
but no, dirt was tossed, and there it shall remain,
stultifying something beautiful,
and his uncivil blood will make my civil hands unclean
i have been banished from my personal fair verona
in search of another life, another love, a spark that will grow,
slowly, steadily but always held back by the ash from fires long before
Oh Juliet, my Juliet, where art thou?