Jan 8th, 1999
by Yvonne Chia
I never dare to kiss
the lips of gold
or to touch red roses
heart soften with the taste of blood
torn from the flesh
drawn by a blade of passion
of the unrequited love
the pond for where I drown
in my own sorrow
this stupidity
unforgiving by Aphrodite
only mock by pity
and a crowd of laughter
piercing an announcement
of my death
a comic, not of the tragic
my life unforeseen by
the hearts of young lovers
in thy name of Romeo and Juliet
Romeo my love, Juliet my foe
my death is the weakness of my heart.
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