Oh, tell him, my love is for reals
I know silence has grown between us,
but my words were never spoken in the mouth of truth,
Others would read my writings,
and they felt they had found the key to you and me,
But they are so wrong to ever think they have our song
that keeps playing on.
Silence is what came between us,
but my heart still feels the same
I give us the blame.
Oh, tell him, my love is for reals,
my love for him pours out like
sweet milk and honey,
For the hunger that will sweeten the intestines,
and my words will never be silent again
they function in the minds of all my readers,
they will feel and know deep within their souls
what it is I bleed for you,
Oh, they know how much I love you,
But, I must ask...Do You?
-Judy Emery © 1982 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.
