Letter for Juliet

dear juliet, im dany.
i wanna tell u a story.
it is a story about this girl.
she's a kind of punk rock. while he was doing crazy gay things
they had been in love relation but it dosnt last long.
he gave her too much promises and beautiful lies.
she do know bout that. all she she did is nothing.
because she was just about to help him to be a better person instead he stay like he was. he really wants to be the way he is!
that was so whatever.
she try to find a man like ur fabulous romeo.
but it was all an oreo. she did not know much bout your sad love story, but she try not to be in your reality.

i hate you. i swear.

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt




The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?

Drinkin' tea in bed
Watching DVD's
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
when I was feeling down, you made that face you do
no one in the world who could replace you


Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?

what is the "LOVE?"

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest?

It isn't Love, it's Like.
You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?

It isn't Love, it's Lust.
Are you proud, and eager to show them off?

It isn't Love, it's Luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?

It isn't Love, it's Loneliness.
Are you there because it's what everyone wants?

It isn't Love, it's Loyalty.
Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?

It isn't Love, it's Pity.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?

It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?

It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?

It isn't Love, it's Friendship.
Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?

It isn't Love, it's a Lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?

It isn't Love, it's Charity.
Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

Then it's Love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

Then it's Love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

Then it's Love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?

Then it's Love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

Then it's Love.
But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

Then it's Love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?

Then it's Love.
Now, if Love is painful, and tortures us so,
why do we Love?
Why is it all we search for in life?
This pain, this agony?
Why is it all we long for?
This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
Because it's...
Love