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CONSPIRACY


Conspiracy / Dark Angel 

Conspiracy orange tired eyes  
Dry upon the table constant longing for this pain to go away, 
From dusk until daylight with you in my mind  
My heart busted with pains of a nasty heartache , 
Your arms that I wish only to embrace . 

Why do I even try to forget you , 
This pain runs deep like the Mediterranean Sea 
There is no end to you this my heart can see . 
When I think of you most is every September you are not with me , 
This makes my heart bleed . 

When the world becomes dark and still, 
My mind finds itself back in to your big brown dark eyes another time, 
Absorbed in thoughts of you and I , 
I constant ache ,  
A constant dry thirst , 
A scratch beneath a sheet of steel heartaches you gave , 
When you left me to dye that September night , 

Thoughts of that  late night when you filled with our lust 
With heated passion,  
Aching to intertwine one with another , 
Thoughts of our hands touching of each others holds what  
We exploring of each other hearts , 
What hurts you had been playing on my affection, 

A strange hour running blue , 
Neither awake nor dead , 
Jumps back to you in my head , 
Thoughts of the heat of the anger you given me , 
In my bedroom I hold on to you with hopes and dreams  
Of a new found September of true love , 

We could had create, when our love 
Turns from words to verbs ,  
Oh how this hurts to know you are holding on to old  
Dreams of your past that you wanted to be set free from , 
You are still holding why you sleep and it is not me , 
Ocean-blue is all you given to me , 

Your gazing eyes of fright nights of your dangerous desires , 
My Dark Angel you became , 
I drift off to sleep, 
These thoughts fade and melt into my dreams. 
Lusting is consuming me. 
Conspiracy a million watery ears beneath our skin of darkness we run, 
We had something but now its of the past . 

Lilly Emery (C)

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Poetic Judy Lilly Emery

To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery /Judy Emery

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