The sky bleeds.

Yearning lovers.

Always in life there will be things clinging to you, sticking to you, as if they are hiding from unknown eyes. Yet they are soft and ticklish at the same time.

What tenderness rests in the dark?

For…

This is just a poem for people that have trouble thinking about the simplistic view of things, mostly because their mind and heart play the same tune; trapped inside itself, with no escape.

Too beautiful to live, too young to die.

About what some army wife’s/girlfriends/husbands/boyfriends may feel when they go to sleep each night without him/her….but in a girls point of view.

A symposium of one regarding the variants of somewhat forbidden feelings that can only be but an unfulfilled dream…….

A wee twist in the lines for fun cheers…