So many months of silent torture,
A year worth of wait.
What did love bring you?
Mere pain and his hate?!
What have you earned on this way?
Oh dear heart, aloud you must say.
What do you still get out of it?
Your life, on a fire, your true love lit.
Self torture, oh you masochistic heart.
You will stop messing,
If you were ever so smart.
A face you will only see in a picture
Is not going to be a permanent fixture
Why wait and be hopeful,why still care?
Why won’t you let me live? It’s not fair!
And dear mind, what’s wrong with you?
Being left behind, isn’t a feeling that’s new.
Enough with all these questions.
You know I don’t possess their answers.
Quit being so miserable without him.
I know it was true love, not just a whim.
You did whatever you could do.
When would you stop your pursuit?
Let the poor man live in peace.
His happiness may help your pain to ease.
I know you aren’t an artist or a saint,
But a perfect picture of love you did paint.
Romeo and Juliet could never be together.
That’s true love’s picture.

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