"A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Find a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me, babe, how about it?"

Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack"
He's underneath the window, she's singing
Hey, la, my boyfriend's back"
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?

Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget, I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame
Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same
And I dream your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me, as if I was just another one of your deals?

Well, you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say, "Oh, Romeo, yeah, you know
I used to have a scene with him"

Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, "I love you like the stars above, "I love you till I die"
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
Can't do anything except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat, the bad company
And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time

Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die"
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

A lovestruck Romeo, he sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
He says something like, "You and me, babe, how about it?""

"Romeo and Juliet" by The Killers

Melon-collie (hehe)

She stared at the darlings holding hands in front of her walking down the sidewalk, and she felt lonelier than ever. She wanted to write a heart-wrenching, hand-wringing, tear-jerking, earth-shattering poem about it, only she couldn't; it would be dishonest. Her feelings were not so violent. No, she was still upright, walking, healthy, happy, almost. There was simply a melancholic weight that had settled in the middle of her chest, and it sometimes made it hard to sleep. When that happened, a cup of hot, chamomile tea usually did the trick.  But sometimes, the blues struck her hard. Nothing saps happiness out a girl's heart faster than the blues. She felt lost. There seemed to be a thousand directions she could take, but none of them led to the horizon, and all seemed to end in a downward trajectory, plummeting straight to the earth. There were only two people in the world she wanted to talk to about it. The first, He was quiet. Well, maybe not quiet so much as vague. The other, well, he was the reason for the melancholy. She couldn't talk to him. It seemed that she would have to be patient with her introspection until she could find some answers.
This, however, made her sigh. It's hard to be half-way lonely for a very long time.

Enough

It's a little scary
To post something about
God.
Omnipotent
Just
Merciful
Kind....

It's intimidating because I can't even
Begin to scratch the surface on
This character.
There's some feelings of                      inadequacy
swirling around.
But then I recall a story within a story.

There was a woman who                      reached out
To touch the hem of His robe.
He turned around
and made her whole.

In this confusing world of virtual and real
Where it's so easy
For one to be wounded so
Deeply,
I sometimes forget that
All that is needed is for me to                reach out
And He will heal me.

[ ]

Once again, it was a brisk, fall morning, and she felt alive again. Only this time, it was different. The spark was late this year. The air didn't start to breath with her until it was nearly October. Nonetheless, she enjoyed the prolonged warmth that came with the extra days of a waning summer. However, on this particular day, she ran down her front porch steps and headed to her morning class. She rounded a corner and saw the fish-bowl school building sitting atop a nice, grassy knoll.  She tried to think of a more descriptive word for the hill than 'nice', but decided against it.
     "It's perfectly alright to call it 'nice', because I've already called it a 'knoll' and that's eloquent enough. We can't be too flowery with our language now, can we?"
She wasn't sure who she was talking to because she was alone. It didn't matter though, because just then, she looked down and saw the chilled fall breeze dance around her loose, purple shirt. She felt very bohemian.
Later that night, she sat in the new chair at the kitchen table, again by herself. She thought about how she preferred her old, busted chair, and a man she had seen who had two prosthetic legs.
     "That must be what it's like to not have words." she thought quietly to herself, "You must just feel broken inside, with no way to fix it because you don't have words."
She was saddened by the thought, and felt sorry for the broken man and the crippled chair. She didn't know if she would see the chair again, or where it went; probably to the dump, and there was nothing that poor chair could do about it. She knew she'd see the man again. She thought the next time she did, she might ask him how he'd feel if he didn't have words.

In No Particular Order, The Top 10 Most Potentially Romantic Lines by Jessie Forbes

"I am, at this point in time, a dreamer trying very very hard to be a realist."

"I am still raw, and rejection would be a bit too much for my poor, young, foolish heart to handle."

"I’ve never been good with goodbyes, and this one is particularly difficult since I really don’t know if I should say it at all. But maybe, by some miracle, I’ll never have to."

"I wish you joy, and if there is anything I can ever do to help you find it, please tell me."

"I am tired of riddles and it would be an incredible relief to simply know that there is some part of me that fits in with you."

"You make me laugh. You make me smile, and you make me feel worthwhile. More than that, you make me feel comfortable being alive in the same way the sunshine does when you step out of a cold church building and into the afternoon light."

"You have worked your way into the corners of my soul, but I’m still trying not to give you my heart. I must say, it's proving very difficult"

"There's something beautiful about trying to listen to your head when you know all along your heart will win out. It's a paradox really, because the logical thing to do would be to not waste time with reason in matters such as love."

"The entire human imagination couldn't explain how I feel. It's a bit dangerous, really."

and last, but certainly not least,

"You warm my heart like a Snuggie on a cold winter's night." 

A Love Sonnet of Sorts

Which came first, the cookie or the cake?

Be careful of where you give your
Love, because I am enchanted by
The Chase, and you may find yourself experiencing
"The Alliterative Morte D'Arthur",
and that would be a real shame
if you thought it a waste of time.

Dialogue

What do you say when you're at a loss for words; when the words are stuck, "like honey on bread"? (That's for you, Stevens)
What does it mean when the words that come out in English mean nothing at all, and the easy ones in Spanish mean the most?
"¿Cómo estás?" 
How are you? How. Are. You. How are you in your own existential state right now? You exist, you live, breathe, talk, laugh, cry, shout, roll your eyes, etc. How is it?
When you walk down the street under the brilliant sun, how are you?
When you sit on a park bench and throw away your brown, jagged apple core, how are you?
When you heave a sigh, and feeling chagrined, put your head in your hands, how are you?
When you stare at the broad convexity of the T.V. screen, and let your mind be sucked away for a brief hour, just to relax, how are you?
When you are folding laundry and the house is quiet, and you say to yourself, "Self, boring is nice", how are you?
When you've got a bizarre thought, and you feel so satisfied writing it down, how are you?
When your mind is full, your heart is open, and your eyes are too, how are you?

I know how I am when I sit in my living room in the small hours of the night, and my soul feels thinner and folded like the paper pinwheels above the front window. Pinwheels are noncommittal. Each spoke is gently rounded in half, without a crease, making nothing about the pinwheel permanent.
Interestingly enough, it's that indecisiveness that makes the pinwheel spin.

I'm like this pinwheel. My loss for words is like that gentle curve of the paper. If I express something, the paper creases, and the spinning stops. Sometimes limbo is a nice place to be. There is hope in the in-between, like there is wind in the looped paper, and it keeps the momentum going.
The sad part is, you'll never know, in limbo. What was I going to say? You'll never know, because then the pinwheel won't spin and I can't say meaningless English words to you again, and meaningless words are better than no words at all, right? Words with no substance are at least words, and maybe one day I can find the right words and string them together in just the right way, that they'll shake the foundation of the mountain you stand on, and topple it into the coursing river of reaction below. If I do that though, there is no way of knowing whether or not you will climb out, sopping wet, on to my bank of the river.

That's why English is hard. When you talk, what does it mean? Words are words are words are words are words and

dialogue can be cheap.