Oh, let it rain, let it pour,
don't you see me on the floor?
have you left me in so much anger
while you walked out the door
dragging my heart all around...
well that was back in the day
now you can see my face
I had already danced in my darken days
just to let the rain fall down upon me
to wash away those yesterdays blues,
I'M SO OVER YOU.
- Judy Emery © 2015 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
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.
