I see you still pushing the door halfway open,
Oh, you were a hope to keep me ill,
Then you walked into my bedroom
to lay in bed thinking you could mess with my head.
My body was light to the point of death
you started telling me your childhood secrets
of all your darken deeds, you thought, and even plotted
to take my life out, so you thought your secrets
would die with me too. But now you see, the door is open
and you are now hoping I don't let anyone in on your dirty secrets.
- Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantastikDURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions...
