Paris

A poem about Romeo and Juliet, with a twist.

Paris

 

I wonder what she was thinking

As she waited for him that day

Did she wonder if he’d left her?

Had his heart been led astray?

 

How did she rejoice?

When she saw him from above

When he held her in his arms

Did she know she was in love?

 

And what about that other boy?

Surely she didn’t hate him so

Just because he was Paris

And she loved Romeo

 

Maybe he really cared

Perhaps they once were close

Maybe he broke her heart

And Romeo was just a morphine dose

 

But now she made her choice

And over him, bled her sorrow

Because all her fears were true

And she won’t wake up tomorrow

 

But Paris carries on

And he knows what was true

Why couldn’t she admit it?

Because she loved him, too