henceforthineverwillbe
henceforthineverwillbe
Romeo Montague
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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seal away my sin through your lips thine own youth lost in fool's vain death may pity us in my lapse but let rest everlasting remain
the cruelest gift I've unwittingly sent is for your beauty to lay in this tomb spent never again to grace light of sun capulets, montagues, my life you've won
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Do you think you've not done enough? First you kill Tybalt, then through which grief have slayed Juliet. Delete your account, or better yet, yourself. Someone may just as well do it for you.
Provoke me not, or I shall find myself with yet more blood on my hands. There's naught left for me to hold back, do not take my words in vain.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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if fate is written in night's sky then i shall deny the stars
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Though my love may be far, I've slept in utter peace. I wake with a spirit in my chest and life revived. I can only hope to see this light's source soon.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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What envious streaks / Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east
In black of night I've found my light, and at dim bright of dawn I've found the deepest dark. If only I'd a minute more to hear her voice, I'd take it even at risk of my life.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Alas! To kill a fiend has given punishment too large! They prefer to keep me from that which makes life worth living, the love that I'd die for, and death would be preferable to this. I've married not an hour and found my hands bloodied, yet in truth I may bloody again with my own. Let me drown in my tears if there's any mercy for me still left in this world.
If I'm yet to deliver my swift end, then to Juliet's side I will run. There is possibility for me yet, if she may still accept my darkened heart.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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For shame, Tybalt, to slay my friend so! And for shame on myself, to let it be. I've been softened by love so true, but a day that begins so dark must end the same.
I will not let Mercutio walk this path alone. It may be long before you hear from me again, my fans, for I must enact my fury on this villain's body.
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Why scatter this anger across my page? I've hurt none and love all, including those named of Capulet. Do not sully my name for the sake of that which you know not.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Why scatter this anger across my page? I've hurt none and love all, including those named of Capulet. Do not sully my name for the sake of that which you know not.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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If I may declare nothing else, let the world know: It is enough I may but call her mine.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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And I will "settle my sins" at Friar Lawrence's cell, if thou knowst what I mean. If you don't, don't ask! Not your business.
I feel myself older, one risen to the maturity of age. Whilst the day past I may have been drenched in the sweat of melancholy, see me now a man willing to settle the sins of my forefathers.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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I feel myself older, one risen to the maturity of age. Whilst the day past I may have been drenched in the sweat of melancholy, see me now a man willing to settle the sins of my forefathers.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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what's with your most recent post, i thought you were in love with rosaline??
who?
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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All This But A Dream
The rose petal cannot fall as soft as she speaks, and a rose by any name would smell as sweet. I’ve wandered, now lost among the stars that her eyes put to shame. Capulet thy name, but even birds weep on the wall of seven letters that keep us apart by a war I claim not mine. I swear not to swear, but let fickle love envision me in her heart’s true design. I plead, call me not Montague hereof
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Must life remain forever at unrest?
Tonight, the clouds lifted, and love entered me once more. I saw a girl of stardust and jewels across the floor. She could teach the lights how to brighten a room, nay, the sun! My life's purpose had finally tied its bow around my neck, and swiftly I made my way towards her.
And yet, what beauty love is! Her eyes reflected my image, her hand held in mine, and it seemed as though the night drifted away to just us two. What sin may have rested in my chest was dashed away by a graze of her lips.
And yet, my heart breaks still, with none to pity me, for the one that now raises the sun in my life is none other than a Capulet.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Laugh all you will, but I cannot ignore the curtains of death that lay over me in my sleep. I may tuck myself in yet, dear friend.
Only the innocent and loved dream freely, while I asleep am haunted by truth. There is a darkness that surrounds me and weighs me down, encumbered by this swollen love. I fear my melancholy must seep into those around, fended off purely by the light around.
No one knows the battles I face within.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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Only the innocent and loved dream freely, while I asleep am haunted by truth. There is a darkness that surrounds me and weighs me down, encumbered by this swollen love. I fear my melancholy must seep into those around, fended off purely by the light around.
No one knows the battles I face within.
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henceforthineverwillbe · 2 years ago
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In Love’s chilled embrace lives softly thy grief, Soon laid to rest in wood six feet beneath. For life is kept long in mine own despair. This is not Romeo– I’m some other where.
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Others know not of that which pushes me towards these long days living in naught. My bed welcomes me in ways no one else may ever. Above: an insight into my troubled mind, through image and word. I'm sorry if it brings you the sorrow I am cursed to bear.
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