Woe is me, this I can honestly see,
what truly happens to me
I watch as the petals fall
from all those roses he gave
on that cold winters day
while our love was slipping away,
every day more petals would fall
just like my heart...
he left broke in pieces like fine art.
-Judy Emery © 1997
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
