I CRY

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’s 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;
have taken me down like the Flu.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1984