I thought it was you that was holding me
I thought it was you that I had heard singing
your optimist's view is like clockwork
how it's always another night
just after twelve o'clock's struck you are looking
up from the wet rainy street of Paris looking up
to my bedroom window
singing out so loud
I only want you so I don't have to promise a thing
Don't you see how much I love you
then he climbs up into my window
whispered to me if all the crimes of Paris into my ear
another time keep your words to me like clockwork
you're not the guy next door I said
but you are a man of darkness from France
trying to sweep me off my feet
all the words of love seem cruel and crass
when you're tough and transparent as armored glass
you make a new knot condemns of love
you drain the blood that burns it's way to the heart
you left your mark
You're everywhere I go even out in the cold
Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris when love ends?
when the poet will no longer write it's last lines
I heard that you fell from heaven to a darken place of Hell is this true? is your love untrue?
In the tiny torn up pieces of my mind,
you started becoming irresistible
It's hard to say now if I could love a man like you
just call me stupid but I think I am being smart
to remove you from far away from my heart
but it's getting harder to keep you away
you are making way at my heart
as he crawled through the door
poured out more of his creeping stories of long ago
it's all here and now as he looks into my soul
He starts hitting himself
why can't I see what you are holding in visions of me
I tried to hold on to him but I don't know-how
I find it hard to swallow good advice from a man that isn't nice
he is something from the dark
It's like going down three times to only come up twice
It's hard to discover now that he's in love with me
It was his way of getting his own self back into a game of blues
You're as good as your word and that's no good to me
You'd better leave me alone.
- Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery