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 Jan 2013 Serenus Raymone
Nicole
She can be my Juliet, her heart is my prize.
Save me from myself but lead to my demise.
Ill be her Romeo, more or less I suppose.
Ill die for her, if that's the way that it goes.
Our love is forbidden, shunned by our surrounding persons.
But without my girl, the pain only worsens.
So ill take a stab, straight into my beating heart
If it means, in the end, we never see need to part.
A bit cliche but a sort of modern twist to the classic story. The surrounding persons represent society and the end stands more for the fact that if I can do something to save the one I love, I'll take the hit. Because if she's safe I know there's still at least some piece of my heart left.
The Eerie Dance Upon The Moon,
The Boy Who Held The Silver Spoon,
Inside His Mouth When He Was Born,
His Eyes Were Round And Full Of Scorn,
He Only Grined To Cover A Scowl,
I Was Prey, A Mouse To An Owl,
I Looked At Him And Had No Desire,
His Soul Is Cold, And Mine Is Fire,
That Spoon Was Not Silver, It Was Just Tin,
That's What I've Learned Throughout Our Sins,
They're Rotten Fruit Which Hangs From Trees,
I Took A Bite And Through Them To The Bees,
His Eyes Were Burning Through My Skin,
His Pupils Were Needles Burrowing In,
Innocent But Wanted For Someone's Crime,
I'm Still In My Sentence Doing My Time,
I Am Smothered By His Permanent Scent,
Because Of All The Time We've Ever Spent,
The Boy Who Held The Silver Spoon,
Shall Receive His Karma Very Soon,
Making People Think It Was Silver And Then
They Realized It Was Just Tin
I Saw Someone I Really Didn't Want To See.. This Poem Is Kinda Mixed Up But Oh Well.. I Tried To Do The Rhyme Scheme To The Beat Of A Heart--I Made Some Mistakes On Purpose So It Was Irregular
If You Drown The World I Would Never Care,
I Am Lame And Tired From This Despair,
T'was Eerie And Cold As A Blackened Sea,
You Can Break My Heart; It Is Too Easy,
An Adding Factor Is The Lack Of Rain,
It Introduces A New Type Of Pain,
The Foundation Hard; As A Jaded Stone,
The Wind Of Hatred Chilling To The Bone,
Flowers Blooming In The Garden Of My Hope,
I Feel Foolish--Entirely A Dope,
Label All Love As Horrid Lies And Truth,
Yet I Have To Learn; I Am Still In Youth,
Drown The World Tomorrow I Wouldn't Care,
It Would Free Me From Everything I Bear
My First Try With Iambic Pintameter!:) Hope You Enjoyed

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