The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Metal detectors and locked rooms political correctness ruining our schools zero tolerance for crayon guns higher learning dumbing our young
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read
Within truth is seldom told from the
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever