your love
......I am nothing but a ghost, a shadow amongst the dark cold steel to which you call your heart, do I break your heart, or is it shattered allready held in the cold gripped by the ice to which you call your love, do you use those around you or is that the way you love, is it passion that confinds you, or is it just how you are, true love isnt about sex but each other, am I just your toy to throw away, or am I the one you love.
Suptle Lies
.... you say words such as those, give hope to those such of subtle lies, brings out new divides, and such so sweet as the lie, as i cannot find a way to hide, for your love may not be true, but it brings me back to you.
The Symbol Of Our Love
When your broken I make you whole,
Piece by Piece, and Frame by Frame,
I make anew what you have broken,
Truth and Lies are unspoken,
And as I speak such suptleties,
such as the Sun and Moon,
Your love is the key and your heart does open,
and the frame once broken becomes the symbol of Our Love.