It isn't easy to play along
to a beaten-down song
I have to admit
my heart hurts a bit
it is even making me sick
when I know he is wrong,
this pain keeps playing on...
I need to ask, what have I done
for him to play on my heart
and torn it apart,
left my heart bleeding like ink
while my spirit sinks.
-Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
