Juliet Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Oh Juliet,
where is your Romeo,
how long have you sat there,
with him in your eyes,
your heart in his hands,
who ever they’re touching.
How long have you cried,
tell the truth Juliet,
I bet you wish you’d have died.
When you watched him,
from your window,
when you envied Rosaline,
dreamt of him,
all that time.
He called you his Jewel,
semi-precious I suppose,
but right still he was,
you were his own.
They never told you,
warned you, of love from afar,
how just when you get close,
you find out who they are.
Oh good Apothecary,
your drug was too true,
slow and painful,
as she asked of you.
And Juliet,
found in her window,
where she and Romeo met,
where she and Romeo bed,
where she left Romeo dead,
and stabbed a dagger in her chest.