Slumbering In The Night

Poem By Poetic Judy Emery

Slumbering in The Night

Did he make you cry another time?
telling you all those lies to make you fall
to break you down shatter your illusions of love?
now you stand on the strip of main attraction,

to see you fall slumbering in the night
with a broken heart,
is it over now do you know how to pick up the pieces
and go home? Is this the forbidden road?
you are walking on?
And now you cry out in the dark leaving your mark
in the chilly night winds saying it is over now?
The old Pale moon watching every tear that falls
Oh, shadows of the night eating away at your heart,

Somewhere in the twilight you dream of time when love
stood by your side holding your hand to say everything
will be alright that is when you felt so safe
Somewhere in the back of your mind you wish you could
go back in time where everything seemed to be going fine
If anyone falls,

Then just in that hour I heard someone say
as my eyes turned away a voice cried out in the deep dark wind
I have loved many
I have many times run away
I have never known the words really what to say until now,

Well I have tried to be true in everything
I do when it comes to you,
I have never known what to say but now I do please
don't walk away I need you, I love you
I had Never seen anything like you If anyone fall it will be me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

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