Feb 2017
VULNERABLE WAS ME
We walked, while we undressed each other’s hearts,
Love we once had was deeper than the blue sea,
If you try to reach inside my mind,
You would see many things that made me scream,
I try to never make a scene.
You try so hard to find my weakness,
I do freely forgive, but so hard to forget,
forgiveness is the act from one’s heart,
that opens the spirit to set the matters free,
but that is so hard for me,
The old dark places I have seen,
cast a spell on me in darken dreams,
where Hope, and Love, could never be,
this is where Dark Angel thrives to cut deep,
he lives on all my fears, and tears,
We once had loved away before the pains
And rains that came to me,
in the cold September’s nightmares,
with each step, we walked, there was always a fall,
each word was sharp that pierced at my heart,
every chance Dark Angel was making traps
for me to fall in,
Oh, how my heart was broken into pieces,
while my heart started to break, the light of
my spirit had gone dim, like the stars that fall
from that cold September sky,
all my strength become very weak,
my flesh became cold like Dark Angels heart,
I felt so empty and lost, alone out into the cold,
Hate and anger is all over the place,
he truly doesn’t care about anything,
To forgive isn’t as easy as one thinks,
I tried so hard to avoid the pains he gave to me,
But when hate comes in one’s soul,
It’s hard to let it go,
Hate kiss love, it feeds on fears,
It leaves me wounded, with no end for peace,
where the old pride feeds where I bleed,
the old repeated past always makes its way back,
the memories become stronger than it ever was,
it melts you down like rose dust,
When it comes to Dark Angel and I,
It is always a fight for two different sides,
We are what others read in books of darken dreams,
Vulnerable was once me,
Oh, he cut me deep, can you hear me weep?
open that old thick book and take a good look,
read my own blood stain ink that bleeds out
what my heart weeps because of he,
He clothed me in black, where the blood stains
wouldn’t show, He calls me his soulmate,
his queen of darken dreams.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
We walked, while we undressed each other’s hearts,
Love we once had was deeper than the blue sea,
If you try to reach inside my mind,
You would see many things that made me scream,
I try to never make a scene.
You try so hard to find my weakness,
I do freely forgive, but so hard to forget,
forgiveness is the act from one’s heart,
that opens the spirit to set the matters free,
but that is so hard for me,
The old dark places I have seen,
cast a spell on me in darken dreams,
where Hope, and Love, could never be,
this is where Dark Angel thrives to cut deep,
he lives on all my fears, and tears,
We once had loved away before the pains
And rains that came to me,
in the cold September’s nightmares,
with each step, we walked, there was always a fall,
each word was sharp that pierced at my heart,
every chance Dark Angel was making traps
for me to fall in,
Oh, how my heart was broken into pieces,
while my heart started to break, the light of
my spirit had gone dim, like the stars that fall
from that cold September sky,
all my strength become very weak,
my flesh became cold like Dark Angels heart,
I felt so empty and lost, alone out into the cold,
Hate and anger is all over the place,
he truly doesn’t care about anything,
To forgive isn’t as easy as one thinks,
I tried so hard to avoid the pains he gave to me,
But when hate comes in one’s soul,
It’s hard to let it go,
Hate kiss love, it feeds on fears,
It leaves me wounded, with no end for peace,
where the old pride feeds where I bleed,
the old repeated past always makes its way back,
the memories become stronger than it ever was,
it melts you down like rose dust,
When it comes to Dark Angel and I,
It is always a fight for two different sides,
We are what others read in books of darken dreams,
Vulnerable was once me,
Oh, he cut me deep, can you hear me weep?
open that old thick book and take a good look,
read my own blood stain ink that bleeds out
what my heart weeps because of he,
He clothed me in black, where the blood stains
wouldn’t show, He calls me his soulmate,
his queen of darken dreams.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
