Wrath Of A Storm

Wrath of A Storm


So, in the wrath of heartache

I moved on my way

it was a painful night

crying most of the time

love hurts and that is no lie,


When love cuts you deep

you will bleed out like the sea

love is no game to play

love holds the key to one’s heart

but when one turns bad

you feel you been stabbed,


Love will leave you a mark

upon your heart for life

love can wound you

and make you feel

you cannot move on

love is like a sad song

that keeps playing on.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1980


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