The Last Moments of Dear Juliet

Inspired by the famous play...

I saw his eyes,

filled with tears they were,

glinting in the fire light.

I wanted so dearly

to move my hands to those tears

and wipe them away,

feel the warmth of his skin.

Oh how he cried,

how he wept,

how he spoke such loving words.

It broke my still heart.

 

I felt his arms

hold me close.

I heard his heavy heart

beating strong,

if only he knew just how fast

my own desperatley

wanted to race.

Race away with him

to lay with him under every night sky,

to live with him

until decaying youth and time swallowed

our hallowed bodies under the earth

and we were left to wander the heavens together.

 

I felt his lips on my own,

and how I loved the feel.

I'd dreamt of the moment I'd feel them again,

forgetting all the hatred and death and sorrow.

We no longer had to hide behind secrets

or covers of night with rushed kisses

and dreaded departures tearing our

hands away from one last touch,

one more moment.

Now our love would be free to blossom

and count away the infinite hours.

 

I moved my fingers,

I filled my lungs with air,

I opened my eyes and saw his own looking at me.

I saw his shock, his grief, his happiness.

I smiled at him

and he smiled back but soon he fell;

he fell beside me and with his sweet voice

I heard him speak of death,

and then death took him.

I held his cold body with graceful features

tearing at my feelings.

I was left to agnoize over him.

 

Forbidden our love was,

but wrong it wasn't.

Wrong is was to have it cut

from the flesh world so quickly.

Now we were sentenced to love as ghosts,

and I would not let him lay there alone.

I pierced my grieving heart

and pain-stricken and in love,

 

I died.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I liked the story telling in this verse...the way you weave your lines and see the inspiration from Romeo & Juliet in there --- as I read this piece...I was just going to write the spelling and grammar check --- so I went ahead did for you:

I saw his eyes,
filled with tears they were,
glinting in the fire light.
I wanted so dearly
to move my hands to those tears
and wipe them away,
feel the warmth of his skin.
Oh how he cried,
how he wept,
how he spoke such loving words.
It broke my still heart.

I felt his arms
hold me close.
I heard his heavy heart
beating strong,
if only he knew just how fast
my own desperately
wanted to race.
Race away with him
to lay with him under every night sky,
to live with him
until decaying youth and time swallowed
our hallowed bodies under the earth
and we were left to wander the heavens together.

I felt his lips on my own,
and how I loved the feel.
I'd dreamt of the moment I'd feel them again,
forgetting all the hatred and death and sorrow.
We no longer had to hide behind secrets
or covers of night with rushed kisses
and dreaded departures tearing our
hands away from one last touch,
one more moment.
Now our love would be free to blossom
and count away the infinite hours.

I moved my fingers,
I filled my lungs with air,
I opened my eyes and saw his own looking at me.
I saw his shock, his grief, his happiness.
I smiled at him
and he smiled back but soon he fell;
he fell beside me and with his sweet voice
I heard him speak of death,
and then death took him.
I held his cold body with graceful features
tearing at my feelings.
I was left to agonize over him.

Forbidden our love was,
but wrong it wasn't.
Wrong is was to have it cut
from the flesh world so quickly.
Now we were sentenced to love as ghosts,
and I would not let him lay there alone.
I pierced my grieving heart
and pain-stricken and in love,


I died.

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Can't see a good write go bad because of it...but they distracted me...

[Wynter Page]

Thank you so much!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...