none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
I hunger In lust pleading with love to forgive
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Smoldering Love **** Love’s ashes char the heart
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
Empty Kiss Unfilled dreams holds the whims of love
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you