If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Empty Kiss Unfilled dreams holds the whims of love
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
You took your life you’re suffering is done but the suffering of your love ones has just begun
True Love These awful days of loneliness holds my wayward feelings
She stares at the reflection from the bottom of the glass and sees
Love never written compose each line lost in feelings
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever