There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void
Metal detectors and locked rooms political correctness ruining our schools zero tolerance for crayon guns higher learning dumbing our young
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Love never written compose each line lost in feelings
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
*** Remains of love in memories past a rainbow of black in shadows cast
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
You took your life you’re suffering is done but the suffering of your love ones has just begun
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly