He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
a lost soul staring in the dark waiting for the second coming
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
*** Remains of love in memories past a rainbow of black in shadows cast
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
the pale light foresee lost passion in the glimmer of emotions
Within truth is seldom told from the
