“Why would you write a poem about me?”
“Oh, I wrote more than just one poem about you”
“Why would you write more than just one poem about me?”
It was exactly then, when she felt her fingers freezing during this summer breeze.
Sweat was all over her knees,
She trembles and then remembered he can not see her to be..
She took a deep breath, started to type
“Because everything about you, is alive enough to be inscribed” she thought..
“Press on delete, and try again”, she said to herself,,
“Because I believe you are worthy” she texted back..
thinking “that is so cold” she muttered..
Maybe one day,
The world would be fair,
For her to speak aloud, or louder
For him to hear her silence.
-within these shadows..
Stretched from any past tense or buried within any present time is no longer a way out,
It is either a way in or a way out,
Looking back is not shameful as much as it is pride,
Preach no feeling over whichever sentimental glories,
Whenever she walks in, to walk her out is sanity,
Insanity is doomed,
She lost it anyways,
They call her the foolish Marry,
Although she prefers to be called Sane Juliet,
Her preferred name since she was 10.
Juliet is the mother of the Goddess in her mind, never wrong?
Always serious,
having broken bones like those of a flying dove..
-Sane Juliet