The fire burns,but the flames are out
the words are there but there's no meaning
the love is lost,can it be found?
red,blue,green all these colors but no painting
gold,yellow,orange
it burns to the touch
it's cool to the breath
my body hungers for you in every way possible
my lips purse with the deceit of your eyes
flowers blooming in every corner
were are our flowers?,our colors,
our flames....
