The bands, they played,
My heart vanished into hate...

Words pour from your mouth,
a flow of disturbance...

In the middle of the room I stand
People talking, laughing and gossiping...

Theres this.........
incompleted...

The touch, that makes you crumble.
The whisper, that makes you shiver...

A Perfection, ceased to exist,
till fair night he laid his lustful eyes upon her...

The touch that enflamed my life with beauty,
a look at you and i snap...

Waited for a year..
a year of which i thought would be blessed...

The sensation of you in which once gave warmth..
Heat captured in the moment of lust...

Cupid shot me with his arrow of love..
yea.. he did...

Breath the warmth upon your moonlit skin,
how cold you are...

Its that one kiss you yearn for .. but the wind is...
its the embrace around your body that you wait...