If romeo was not with Juliet
He would be in constant cold sweat
Their families hated each other
And would scream at one another
If we were like that everyday
Our days would turn into decay
Because everything is foul play
And our mornings are now cold and gray
your own family is uptight
Used to being in every single fight
Now we have our own fair share
Looking at each other with a cold stare
We were once inseparable
We are both tired and vulnerable
But we stayed together because of honesty
Otherwise it would have been a travesty
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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love the prose
This is why we need to keep our friendships honest so that we have someone. Good work.