"Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art though Romeo?
As she cries over the balcony; wondering anxiously; if love is money without him she faces bankcruptcy; her royal majesty.Staring into the open, broken; undying devotion; to the one she loves, broken record like those of beethoven, as she grabs her ring, token of love from him, with a slogan."My love is yours"...But..in through the front door comes the next bachelor; a slight change of atmosphere; suggested by her father; the son of the lord chancellor.Just like that, Romeo is a amnesic thought; a simple afterthought; too bad for the roses he bought; left to clench them in his palm till the blood drops; Love is an invitation to pain, and like a fooled animal he got caught.Tears on his pillow; cold breeze below the window; cooling his tears, tears of a widow; as he is alone, swaying like a willow; loves the wind and back and forth he goes.Wondering how he's going to look her in the eye; without begining to cry; holding back the tears to keep his pride; with the new guy holding her hand, stroking her thigh; as Romeo stares on, weeps silently exhaling a futile sigh.Life is no more without Juliet; a princess worthy of a flower...or rather a boquet; a banquet in honor of her name; dancing tango, the dance of lovers, two steps to the right, two steps to the left.I'm Romeo, in another time, hoping to hear her voice say my name; needy of her presence to prevent myself from going insane; as my attempts to woo her back are without gain, lost without aim; cherry on top of my broken heart waiting to no avail.Because I heard her call me out...but I was "busy" ,too busy to make time; On the bench, in the park, scribbling line after line; my wedding vows as I had percieved she would be mine.A series of unexpected unfortunate events; a stop sign not allowing me to commence; with my life and make ammends; as I'm stuck walking through troubles of tall grass thats dense.Guided by a reality of past tense. ...so heartbroken...so lost.Nothing makes sence.