Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
Within truth is seldom told from the
How do you forgive betrayal when only a fool
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
*** Caressing your picture in my sleep I sigh of love
