Treason of the Heart

[negatvone]

These empty rooms echo
The sound of your voice
The sound might bellow
Of this simple

Choice

Within every heart there is a stroke that blesses
You simple touch, you voice; it caresses.
Something inside that tames the beast
Inside me
On hatred, it no longer wants to feast

True love stings my inner soul
The things gone past I wish were here
Things that I've paid the toll
Having it lost forever is my total fear

Knowing you have me still within your hear
Terrifies me, makes me tremble
Worried about your welfare every depart

Dreams shall be our playground till you return
For within my mind
These memories of bliss shall burn

Giving reason for this treason in me