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.