He makes me turn
he makes me blush
in his eyes, I see the lust
He makes me run;
it was never fun
it was like a game of tic-tac-toe.
his words cut deep
making me weep
into my sleep
that plays on my mind
most of the time;
giving me bad dreams
where I hear all those screams,
Dear God, Please wake me.
- Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
