Slumber

Awaking from the long peaceful slumber I see that the Friar is nerves and has an urgency to get out of there. Then he says that I most come with him with out my beloved Romeo, for Romeo is died thinking that I was the same. Romeo Dead? how could this be? I refused to go with him and instead went to Romeo and saw that he had taken the poison which the vial of still was held in his hand. Thinking I might get a taste left of the poison I toke the vial and try to empty it into my mouth but there was none left nor his lips... Kissing his lips I felt the warmth that still lingered on them. He had just die minutes before I woke. Right then I heard foot steps approach so I toke the faithful dagger from his belt and was then free off this horrid world.

A Little Piece Of Heaven

Oh! Romeo, oh Romeo, why couldn't the sun stay down; and the moon never leaves the sky night's sky? When you left, all that was good left with you. Nurse came up to my room with mother and they tell me that I am to marry Paris. I refused and father gave me a palm full of hatred. Never had he done such a thing! Ahh! dreadful day! Release thee from the grippes of the hand of Hades! For if I do marry to Paris I shall willingly go! But if I don't let Romeo and I fly above this wrong and live on a piece of heaven. Even though being with him is a heaven of it's own. So I want to the Friar, the Friar talking with Paris was trying to persuade him to give a few more days tell the wedding. As Paris left he kissed me on the head! Gross! About to kill myself to escape from the day after tomorrow the Friar gave me a glance of hope. An ingenious idea! Fake killing myself to keep me from actually killing myself, the only way to get away. In the end, that is my beginning Romeo will wake me up and lead me on to heaven.

Ohh! The Bitter-Sweetness!

Oh! sorrow plaguing my day. Where art thou banded! How could such a dreadful thing happen? Fiery Tybalt shed the blood of my Love's friend and Romeo doing only what the law would have done avenged Tybalt. Now banished how will he come to me or I to him? Such sadness if I were not to see him again, for that is why I cry. Not for my bloody cousin who might end up being the death of many. I do not fake the sadness but I do make it seem I cry for Tybalt when I honestly cry for my Love.