It was the way he would speak to me
his big brown eyes hidden so many lies
it was an eye-opener to who he really is
and what kind of life he lived...
he takes my hands and asks me to forgive
he spoke about life and death
and how he did his very best
he cried to me on feeble knees
as he would speak...his words cut deep
but when I looked you in the eyes
what I have seen was no surprise to me
I saw his true act of love running faintly
collection of deep thoughts thrown upon a big pile
of animosity, regret, disdain
but underneath it, all- was a hint of pride
hidden behind your eyes.
- Judy Emery © 1982 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyDURING 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...
