O’de to my Juliet 8

By Wb *8   

Oh Juli8,
Oh Juli8, why do you make me wait so long?
In your tracks, I sit, so long.
What is it?
What is it?
Like an endless summer day,
A song that never to seem to stop its play,
I yell to you once,
I yell to you twice,
I’ve asked nicely,
I’ve asked meanly,
Why must you mock me?
You walk freely,
Singing your song of oblivious happiness’.
Why must you always be doing your thing?
You girl, you woman who rule my world with an iron fist.
Clinched so tightly,
Squeezing my life,
Seaming with a heart so fiery ,but
Never, never close enough to warms my soul.
You shake me,
You rattle me,
My heart you have shattered more than 25 times
My princess, my queen,
Why must you be always doing your thing?
Why must it be like this?
How long must I w8it?

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