A kiss cooled by fire
Passions unrestrained
Lips which brought me pleasure
Now bring me pain
I cross seas of damaged dreams
On winds of yesterday
When I sought to draw you near
You deftly slipped away
The rain is my masquerade
Clouds are my disguise
Pools that are gathering
Flow from red stained eyes
Promises are shattered
Broken vows remain
My love grows stronger still
As I whisper your name
Your friends, those vicious beings
With their litany of doubt
Their evil plans were rendered
They turned you inside out
Our fates are locked together
In a death embrace
I pray you will return
Refill this empty space
And I do believe in miracles
Angels and devils as well
I am too bad for heaven
And too good for this hell
©1998 by steve giacomini
Copyright 2004 shadowsinthelight
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