I am no one's Juliet
For she did not try to kill two birds in one throw
Three hearts cannot fit into a duet
Of both their hearts, I must let go.
The almost and the accidental kiss
To two separate boys does one each belong
Whether it was me or Cupid-the arrow did not miss
From first impressions; glances in between; to the final word-it is all tainted-it is all wrong.
Neither one is my Romeo
Holding my breath; walking on egg shells; tugging at my heart strings-both have me deceived
Beauty; honesty; humility-three pretty lies as far as I know
Two hearts are now broken but which wasn't freed?
Empty beauty shall forever haunt your dreams
This curse I place on both, for both have hurt me.