Woe

pretty words in small packages.

It was almost two years ago,

when my mother told me,

don't talk to a stranger,

they won't let you be.

It was fairly easy,

to follow that law,

but when you think you know someone,

out comes a flaw.

I was walking on Maple,

I was waiting for you,

it was getting pretty dark,

a little half past two.

Then out of a wild,

comes a very pretty thing,

I hadn't thought of the dangers,

or my doom it would bring.

I could hear you walking closer,

with a smile you had come,

didn't know what you would do,

or the place that you came from.

It was like a fairytale,

the prince and his girl,

a fantasy,

the story will finally unfurl.

They didn't want to see

what became of you and me

they didn't want to see

the joy when we were free.

They didn't want us married,

it was only you and me.

So you came up with a plan,

to end our misery.

A knife at my throat,

the deed would soon be done.

A kiss to my forehead,

it would be easier with a gun.

A slash at my neck,

you watch the blood run down my chest.

One day I wished you'd come for me,

just so you would have to 'fess.

Then you bring it to your own,

and let the tears run down your face,

you kill yourself    no dignity,

'cause we've fallen from our grace.

The people bring us flowers,

they used to bring us pain and lies,

they choked up at our graves,

but our love they had despised.

So just remember who I am,

I'm not the Juliet you'd thought,

I'm not a killer, theif, or smarter,

just a lover who got caught.

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Quote:

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. -Prince, Act 5