through the rays of the suns warm breath,
through the hours of misguided madness,
i feel for your presence and long for your touch,
your fingers of soft persuasion caressing my pain,
freeing me from these chains of torment,
releasing me from this burden so cruel,
My diary of madness and log of impurity,
captured in a thread of heart felt memories,
your face of innocence breaking through my armour,
storming my walls and allowing me to feel,
to feel the magic of love and the wonder of life,
your mirage captured in the glare of tomorrows haunts,
if time is my healer, why are my cuts so fresh?
if my sins are forgiven, why cant i forget?
Luke (",)x
