Jules
Troubled heart and best friend.
Your love is ridding a rail.
Your hair within the wind.
Take the fragments from every one night stand.
The bottle is always half empty.
When passedfrom a guilty hand.
Am I your confessor Your lover your clown
or friend.
In empty arms you take refuge.
with many smiling fools none of which
you can depend.
Sorry I played the game withuot even
reading the rules.
Sorry I bleed from the heart.
Only to speak from the pen jules.
Run and hide try to erase your
thoughts from all.
In a labyrinth we do exist.
From that pool of nothing we crawl.
Should I fade like some villian down some dark
street.
Forgetting the encounter.
Only to recall a moment in another tragedy
we did meet.
Even the most firey passion cools.
cast away my wishes
and engave my words.
Forever my Jules.
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