"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone..."
He looks at her; her flaxen, golden hair that
shines like the ever-burning sun 
She looks at him; his turquoise eyes as
deep and cold as the pacific waves 
He tries a smile;she laughs breathlessly--
her petite frame shaking in laughter 
He wants to protect that girl; that beautiful,
feminine girl who lit a fire in his heart 
And in this fairytale, you are trying to steal the princess role,
when you're really just the witch trying to get in between them 
"I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run..."
 my own mud-coloured locks are little to be proud of
 those eyes that washed me ashore
 whereas I have nothing but an expanse of sickening flesh
and I tried to douse the flames
 It's not fair.
I was here first.