Thoughts and Passion

Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
edited February 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Deep inside the gallery of thoughts and passion
Eyes open wide to see the screaming mind of loneliness and pain
Hiding behind closed doors searching for the key
To unlock the chains that bind desire.

A four leaf clover and a hand full of faith
With wicked intensions that see thru the cold
Follow every step that brings us closer
To the gallery of thoughts and passion.

Irish eyes to trap the night that bring the dreams of passion and pain
And for our pleasure a Fee will be paid to the night
And every step that brings us closer to the gallery of thoughts and passion
Brings us closer to the dreams we dream
And the four leaf clover that covers our bed
We lay in screaming silence and speak of the nights
That lay deep inside the gallery of thoughts and passion

Godfather.
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  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    Godfather. wrote:
    Deep inside the gallery of thoughts and passion
    Eyes open wide to see the screaming mind of loneliness and pain
    Hiding behind closed doors searching for the key
    To unlock the chains that bind desire.

    A four leaf clover and a hand full of faith
    With wicked intensions that see thru the cold
    Follow every step that brings us closer
    To the gallery of thoughts and passion.

    Irish eyes to trap the night that bring the dreams of passion and pain
    And for our pleasure a Fee will be paid to the night
    And every step that brings us closer to the gallery of thoughts and passion
    Brings us closer to the dreams we dream
    And the four leaf clover that covers our bed
    We lay in screaming silence and speak of the nights
    That lay deep inside the gallery of thoughts and passion

    Godfather.
    for in this world we live
    the eyes of desire are always open
    the anguish that is felt lays deep in the gallery of thoughts and passion
    so we close our eyes and dream of our time
    that lead us to the doors of passion and pain
    and we sleep with eyes wide open.

    thru open windows the sounds of life can be heard
    the fear to look outside blind us from the truth
    so we dance to an un-chained melody
    in the gallery of thoughts and passion
    holding on to dreams of yesterday.

    Godfather.
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