What happens to the people?
Why do they act as they do,
they bow their heads like they
are very confused
Oh, the pain that holds in their eyes
make me want to cry
Oh, passionless is you
Oh, Darken Angel,
To me your words are pointless
but to the slaves
your words are everything,
when you make, me cry?
You love to see me die
But you keep me close to you
Afraid to let me fly
I know there aren't many things
I could ever do
to make you feel the pains you
given me and the slaves
Because I can truly say,
You know pain
that old ancient day
has cut you deep that you can't
see what you are doing to me
Someone had taken your heart
but has never truly set you free
so, you are given me the pains
that someone else given you
When you hurt me so bad,
you make me feel I'm going to die,
oh, why do you like to see me cry?
You love to watch me bleed,
but deep within me
I'm still very strong
even when you gave me the pains
of your past,
you broke me down like glass.
-Judy Emery © 2010 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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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.
