THOSE LYING EYES
If I was somewhat mild, and sweet
Everyone would look at me as weak,
Love and flame my poor heart speaks
I encourage true love to stay with me,
But that isn’t the way this story goes
not yet in this show,
if I could go back to the time when
I was young a little girl,
I would had asked questions more,
but I am an older woman
that had to learn the hard way in life
where people wasn’t very nice,
Hate and strife was always at my door,
My poor heart was laid to bleed at my feet,
All my dearest thought where things was
Once sweet has been lost,
I always walked around with a broken heart,
I have seen so much things
that given me darken dreams,
Where love is truly lost,
I tried so hard to heal from all those lies
That eat away at my heart day and night,
I would change everything if I could,
Even my poor childhood,
Oh, weary eye come to me at night,
With trembling hands,
asking me to forgive all his sins,
If I could I would,
I can only try,
That’s when I started to cry,
Loneness’ was at my side
in teary eyes,
if I would had known long ago
what this love would had sown
I would had never entered his throne,
all he ever gave me
was much heartaches that always made
my body each, while my spirit breaks,
Oh, the pains of true agony,
I would wrap myself to sleep
But I always found him in all my dreams,
Words of unquestioning is the love
I once known some time ago,
A love so true way before I got lost
In to a darken state of life,
I was just a young girl with lots of curls,
dancing around in life,
where things were safe and nice,
But I am no longer a child
I am a woman that has gone into
A life of pain, now I just dance in rain,
What Dark Angel gave,
I see his dull eyes looking right at me
Oh, how I feel I can no longer breath
His old cold hands are on me
Telling me what is it you see?
Oh, how he is rattling my breath
Playing with my head,
there is no way out he said,
I got lost in all his lies,
that are in his eyes,
Images of shadows upon the white sand,
Blood being poured out in ancient times,
Like an old poet rhyme,
I touch many artist eyes
And reader’s minds while I write
down my pains of darken dreams,
Poetic Judy Emery © 1999
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
THOSE LYING EYES
If I was somewhat mild, and sweet
Everyone would look at me as weak,
Love and flame my poor heart speaks
I encourage true love to stay with me,
But that isn’t the way this story goes
not yet in this show,
if I could go back to the time when
I was young a little girl,
I would had asked questions more,
but I am an older woman
that had to learn the hard way in life
where people wasn’t very nice,
Hate and strife was always at my door,
My poor heart was laid to bleed at my feet,
All my dearest thought where things was
Once sweet has been lost,
I always walked around with a broken heart,
I have seen so much things
that given me darken dreams,
Where love is truly lost,
I tried so hard to heal from all those lies
That eat away at my heart day and night,
I would change everything if I could,
Even my poor childhood,
Oh, weary eye come to me at night,
With trembling hands,
asking me to forgive all his sins,
If I could I would,
I can only try,
That’s when I started to cry,
Loneness’ was at my side
in teary eyes,
if I would had known long ago
what this love would had sown
I would had never entered his throne,
all he ever gave me
was much heartaches that always made
my body each, while my spirit breaks,
Oh, the pains of true agony,
I would wrap myself to sleep
But I always found him in all my dreams,
Words of unquestioning is the love
I once known some time ago,
A love so true way before I got lost
In to a darken state of life,
I was just a young girl with lots of curls,
dancing around in life,
where things were safe and nice,
But I am no longer a child
I am a woman that has gone into
A life of pain, now I just dance in rain,
What Dark Angel gave,
I see his dull eyes looking right at me
Oh, how I feel I can no longer breath
His old cold hands are on me
Telling me what is it you see?
Oh, how he is rattling my breath
Playing with my head,
there is no way out he said,
I got lost in all his lies,
that are in his eyes,
Images of shadows upon the white sand,
Blood being poured out in ancient times,
Like an old poet rhyme,
I touch many artist eyes
And reader’s minds while I write
down my pains of darken dreams,
Poetic Judy Emery © 1999
