I first heard of Juliet and her Romeo From a Taylor Swift song
I was eight And from that day forward I was a cliché: beautiful Juliet
I read the actual play when I was Wide eyed and twelve And my naive, little heart broke
I dreamed for years Of my Romeo Waiting for my cliché I was beautiful Juliet
I am grown now And I don’t think I’m Juliet Thank God
I am Paris, poor Paris I love with an optimistic heart
And just as I reach out, fingers flailing For my cliché, my beautiful Juliet, Her Romeo, that sniveling, swooning idiot Stabs me through the heart
And he takes away my cliché: My beautiful Juliet.