attempted poetry: act 1 scene1 take 1

oh we've danced this dace before,
in my head we've been romeo and juliet, maria and tony,
your monotony is so very thrilling to me,
to me this is not art as it is a memory,

And here is the sheep in wolves clothing
Pull back that curtain and take another look
No, not at the monsters in the way, but at the beauty in the middle
Peel it back, see it for what it really is

Its not black after all
nor is it a stone, nor jaded, nor broken
It is warm and tender, but cautious
is it time yet?

The world seems so fragile
one prick and it might come crashing down
Go see it while its still there
one prick and it might come crashing down