O Romeo
my love
my life
my savior
I speaketh through my metaphors
I whisper my lies
Romeo, my dearest Romeo
sing to me, keepest me alight
I spew forth dramatic words and phrases to keep them pleased
but, O Romeo, whenever shall it cease?
My heart beats and threatens to break
whilst there are multitudes of lives at stake.
So, alas, I am but a wee thing,
spitting out poems day and night
whatever must I look like
I shall guess that I must make quite a sorry sight.
The gray area between dark and light
dancing in and out of different shades
sentimental
snarky
indignant
I am myself
and the world gets to
deal with it
don't hide my personality
the rat is still there
it lurks in the shadows
its claws scratch against the cold stone
the rat persists
it feasts on our true feelings
any sign of our true emotion -
The United States of America
as seen on the binding documents, on formal things
USA
as said by random people you know
The US
as told by your parents
America
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