Oh, what shall I call this
he sings to me in charm
what's the harm?
Is it all a game of hearts
or a play of fame,
Soon I started learning
all his charms
was only him tinkering with my heart
he wanted to make sure it was working
if I was feeling something within,
Oh, but when he learned
I wasn't broken
I became the token
he made sure I have spoken for
it wasn't long
I started feeling the jabs
yet I had nothing to grab.
All I know
is the way he spoke
really shattered my hopes
he has broken my heart
yet, this is his art
he left me marked,
He loves to see me sigh,
when we have our fights
I know not what can ease my pains,
I live in a world that always rains,
where it is the casting blame
and so much shame,
I find no passion
in what he calls Love,
all I know is he plays on my emotion
that plays on my heartstrings
in colorful spring,
my heart has fallen to pieces
while he left me behind.
- Judy Emery © 1995
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MY POETIC DIARY
PoesieThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
