"Rosaline" by Edward Helfers

Pure as a pilgrim
Flush as a rose
He knelt at your altar
Kissed all your toes
And you said no
You should really go.

Cross Verona
His curtains were closed
Tucked in his scabbard
The sonnet he composed for you
Well what can you do
With a love so new
A love so blue

He showed up drunk (at the)
Masquerade
That little starlet had you upstaged
She stole the role of a century

Down through the garden
Under the moon
He climbed the trellis up to her room
And she said oh baby please don’t go
They don’t have to know
No one has to know

Rosaline
I don’t look like him
But when I come in
I’ll use the front door
I’m not hiding from your kin

Rosaline
I don’t talk like him
But when I say my piece
I don’t need soliloquy
To put your mind at ease

Bitter the fruit that was sweet last week,
Poison the apple laying at my feet
You bite your tongue
So you don’t get stung

No magic potion
Or star-crossed signs
No village chorus or prayers divine
I’m not a saint
This is not a dream
in some magazine way up on the screen

Rosaline
I don’t look like him
Oh yeah when I come in
I’ll use the front door
I’m not hiding in my skin

Rosaline
I don’t talk like him
But when I say my piece
I don’t need soliloquy
To put your mind at ease

Once was a baller now he’s a chain
The man that you married
The man he became
The love that you buried in Romeo’s name
After all these years
Are you still carrying a flame

Love is a smoke, a still waking sleep
Love is the tide turning
Underneath your feet
And you can’t know
Just where your heart will go
In that unforgiving undertow

Rosaline
I don’t look like him
Oh yeah when I come in
I’ll use the front door
I’m not hiding from your kin

Rosaline
I don’t talk like him
But when I say my piece
I don’t need soliloquy
To put your mind at ease

Pure as a pilgrim
Flush as a rose,
He knelt at your altar
Kissed all your toes
And you said no
You should really go