I remembered that cold lonely night
when you walked in the room
you lit up the place in fireworks
you had the wit and charm
until I started to learn who you really are
I just turned around and walked out the door
the same door that you walked in from
that was the end of what I thought was going to be a beginning.
- Judy Emery © 1981 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
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.
