Those memories are like demons
knocking on the heart of the door
asking the mind if it needs more,
where the soul that bled so long ago
repeats the show.
- Judy Emery © 1996 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
