RosalineLike a smitten Romeo,
He dithers and swoons,
A hopeless romantic,
Yet, a blundering buffoon.
But what of sweet Rosaline,
The one-time apple of his eye?
Now abandoned by the wayside,
Cast out and left to die.
Cold ShoulderI'm not one to brag I'm not one to flaunt,
And you keep to yourself as is your wont,
But you cannot deny it is rather cold,
To turn your back after being so bold.
You ensnared my heart then cast it aside,
You've torn a hole in my hope and my pride.
I long for your touch but you shrink away,
I fell for your charms and now I must pay.
You found a beaten, broken shell
Claimed it for your own then condemned it to hell,
For hell is what I must endure,
If I cannot be truly sure.
You cannot touch my lips and sing,
Then expect me not to feel a thing.