Jules Mcquistan Poems

Love is pain
Regretful teardrops on pillowcases
Angst and sadness
I feel love
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A open journal sits on the worn down desk
It's surface want's to embrace the ink of my pen
I stare at it, as thoughts fly by
Skimming over my mind, as swift as a swallow
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I was never good, you know
At Telling you how I felt
I am so used to hiding
In the Shell I let myself make
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From costumes and candy,
Sweet childish memories
To Scary movies past midnight,
Watched with good friends
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