Russian Roulette For My Sweet Julliette Poem by Bryan Alexander
Russian Roulette For My Sweet Julliette
I am fractured without her
a small crack
parts the seems of
my heart
each beat and mile
that separates us
threatens to pull me apart
doomed from the start
as star crossed as lovers come
as melancholy
as the last sip
in this bottle of rum
as unforgettable
as the last time a dying man
will see the sun
this game is dangerous
like Russian roulette
with an automatic
gun
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9/18/2024 7:40:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow, nice poem... hope you're playing around with words only... get rid of the gun!