The ghost inside Jules..
In the quiet of the night, my words are strangled cries,
Echoing through the chasms of a heart that's lost its skies.
A tempest rages in the cage that is my mind,
Where whispers of despair in anguished verses wind.
I am a vessel of emotion's storm,
A silent poet, torn and worn.
I thought I'd fly, but here I lie,
In the throes of a tumult, born to die.
Oh, I'm all choked up, I cannot speak,
The tempest in me, so strong and bleak.
These fucked up thoughts, they make me weak,
In the prison of my fractured cheek.
Once I thought I knew the way to mend,
But now it seems my thoughts are just pretend.
You said you'd stay, but in the end,
You were the storm that wouldn't bend.
And so, I stand alone in the abyss,
Where shadows whisper of the bliss,
That I once knew, now a forgotten kiss.
Hey little girl, with dreams so bright,
You're dancing with a ghost in the pale moonlight.
It's hidden deep, this shadow's plight,
But one day it will emerge to fight.
You'll face the fear, the doubt, the strife,
And learn to live, to find your life.
The girl you are, the woman you'll be,
Survives the dark, sets the soul free.
You'll taste the bitter smoke of pain,
It's all the same, the pleasure, the refrain.
You'll seek solace in the ashen rain,
But know, it's just a temporary stain.
Hey Jules, you're more than the sum of your tears,
Your heart's a fortress, strong through the years.
You'll rise above the fears and fears,
And conquer all that fate prepares.
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