Forgotten heart of mine.
Forgotten souls in time.
Teetering along the fence of time.
As prisms sparkles thru the night.
The moon glistens on the weaves.
Volcanoes erupting thru the night.
I smell the taste of honey on my lips.
Passions controlled by what was once felt.
She has become the desire within his veins.
The forgotten dreams of his heart drip blood.
As they were dropped along the way.
The heartbeat of their love was left out in the rain.
12:30 mid-night 9/ 17/ 2013