When I am alone in my darkened room
I still heart the cracking of wood
and it would take me back to you,
You would just wait for another moment
another chance to finish what you started
-keeping me brokenhearted
In the stillness of the night
I hear all kinds of lies
the ones you would tell me day and night.
- Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
