always there for me
listening to my plea
voice keeps playing in my head
creeping like the living dead
beautiful pictures of you
images develope into
sweet visions of fire
I keep getting hot flashes
my skin is burning into ashes
butterflies flutter inside
waves of love like a rising tide
longing to hold
don't withold
I loved the rhyme scheme in here, it was very unique. Beside that, it kept the theme in mind, and was very pretty. --Trisha-Noelle