Alexa Laing-Moore
Shakespeare love
Shakespeare love
Men Were Deceivers Ever
Men and machines have assailed me before;
Left me for shattered shards on the floor.
He begged my attention but asked nothing more.
Unbidden, my heart followed him out the door.
With much haste and fervor I’ve thrown up my walls.
Turned a blind eye to your beckoning calls.
Mistrust is my surname; Bruised is my first.
I hunger for your lips but for love I thirst.
Come storm my castle, come brave my sea.
Come riding up on your mechanical steed.
Your Juliet, I am not—Beatrice suits me.
For I value the word more than the deed.