Buried Emotions Poem by Poetic Judy Emery

BURIED EMOTIONS

February afternoon, I buried all my pains
In the rose garden; where my tears filled
The Atlantic of memories of you and me,
New York City is the place I always loved to be
Where the air is frigid and the earth of dreams,
Thing are never what they seem.
Your words are prominent pains
That fiddled around in my mind,
Where my heart is broken like Glass,
Where expression withering in the winter,
Oh, when we had signed the contracts to love
We absolutely didn't know what we were getting into,
While at less I didn't. Problems erupted alertly
There was no away of coming back from what we had
And who we become; My love for you was sent on the run.
Oh, now when I see your face I get so annoyed.
I fell so Cowed by all your seriousness.
Seriously your way is very painful,
You lie all the time just to get your way.
Stipulate your angers upon me.
When you communicate, you make sure it is abusive and verbal,
You love to beat me down like a clown,
Your anger is advancing even when you are overseas
We still disagree; because you have cut me deep,
So, I moved away in elegance, where I could relax
Without you on my back,
You are something from the dark, your cold blooded
Like a storm that cuts deep on where love is stomped out
Where the heart always bleeds,
This is what you have done to me.
I am the queen of darken dreams where my pour heart
Is broken like glass, all emotions are in the grave of memories
Where I buried them among the roses,
where they stayed, safe and locked away from you.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 10: 12 AM 017