Draw no Envy to my own beauty
into my world of dreams 
I know I have two names 
when it comes to my fame
but remember we all bleed the same ,

Draw no envy 
When it comes to Love
Love is like  a beautiful dove
an open book to all who takes a look
let that beauty shine deep within ,

My own fame comes in rain
when my heart feels so much pains
when the heart is broken 
it is ready to be spoken 
on my silk written words 
in blood stain ink 
of what my heart bleeds,

My fame is being written 
on the pages of emotions
When it comes from the heart 
everyone can feel that spark 
when love has depart into the dark,

blind affections of true reflections
when the heart bleeds out on sea
into a winters breeze 
that make the heart freeze 
echoes of crying 
hold the sighing of long ago ,

when Love taken a stroll
The pains of fame made a home 
on pages of blood stain ink 
as the heart truly bleeds 
ill fortunes of lonely rage 
that comes along with age, 

applause to the old crying moon 
May and June has seen better of days
that words had warm the ears that hears
tears that falls with autumn winds 
wishing Love would find it's way back again.

Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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