Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
Grasping your portrait in my sleep I love you madly
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
True feelings are spoken in the bed of touch as desire
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
Our vows were never broken nor the memories
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
Love never written compose each line lost in feelings
Shivers of Innocence Only innocence can hold dreams within
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite