Act I Scene I
  For: EJ by SP3

Shakespeare's hands never failed,
To write the greatest of tragedies
Still today, pain prevails,
As we yearn to mend our broken hearts.

Two star crossed lovers died to save,
A love that was true.
I pray that I don't miss my cue,
To lay next to them with you.

These circles that we chose to run,
Are filled with lust, lies and deceit.
And will end with,
Tainted memories.

Our dialogue turns to monologues,
But I'll spit my lines with passion.
Only lacking heart.

And worry how you'll twist the words,
From my last confession.
But this show goes on.
So wish me luck,
And I will trust that one day my driver
Will bring me to your arms,
And take us safely home.