Blossoming Betrayal.

Juliet, alone.

She lounges against the cherry tree, it's in full bloom.

Marijuana cigarette hanging from rosy lips,

Cerise dress flowing around her, an unsullied poppy

Wrapped around a lock of blonde barnet

From that point, life could have been perfect

As the sunlight cascades through the branches

Beauty is captured in her face.

Underneath, below the surface

In the grave of beauty

A hell lingers

As each petal drifts down from the cherry tree

She loses a friend, a family member

Betrayal jumps onto the path of love

And as her head droops

A teardrop, a shining jewel falls

And from that point

Life could never be perfect.

The End

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