Every night I curl up in my bed
trying to get you out of my head
I start to cry thinking about you
abandoned in the dark is where
you left me to bleed,

The memories of this pain
brings on the rain ;
I Cry
yes I do over you
it is not because I love you
that could never happen
Not even in your dreams,

Clueless is what you made this
argumentative is you
I never wanted to put you in my life
You just found ways to get in it
Oh, I was so happy that you are gone
I thought I could finely move on
Oh, how I was wrong
you come back to me like an old sad song,

In my mind, I start to remember You
every night in my cold bed
I CRY to get you out of my mind
you come to me in darken dreams
you find a way to mess up my days
the memories of you
are taken me down like the Flu.

Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery