MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

THE ROSE GARDEN

It is late June afternoon,
where it is I had buried all my pains
In the rose garden where my tears fall,
Some might be thinking this is nothing...
But what do they know?
I am the one that is holding the memories,

New York City is the place I always loved to be
Where the air is frigid and the earth of dreams,
the buildings are tall, where people look small
But thing are never what they seem
when it comes to you and me,

Your words are prominent pains to me
that fiddled around in my mind,
Where my heart is broken like Glass
this hurt our love didn't last...
we are the gossip
of true expression that withering in the winter,

Oh, when we had signed the contracts to love
We absolutely didn't know what we were getting into,
While at less I didn't...
Problems erupted alertly
There is no way of coming back from what we had,

I love to see movies that make my mind at ease
every time I see your face I get so annoyed,
because I can see the lies that are shining in your eyes
Seriously your ways are very painful,
You lie all the time just to get your way
Stipulate your fits of anger upon me,

Every late June I walk in the rose gardens of my pains,
I sigh in the memories of you and me.

-Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery