*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
Within truth is seldom told from the
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
