Oh, how you make me scream
my soul, I never gave you
but you take it anyways
to control every part of me
you are a man that is sick
with a wicked soul a heart so cold.
A black hole you replace in my heart
when you had taken me down like a clown
when I ask for you to stop this pain you gave
your slaves danced around with smiles on their face
I ask for you and they all laugh at me
like I was crazy, you know how weakness
you play your games all the time on my mind
every night is so very cold in my life
you left me so confused
about what I should do about you
you still think you've got me.
- Judy Emery ©2011 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.
