Little boy on the snow filled street
giving a smile to all you meet...
...until
the crack found its home...
Insanity...
Doing the same thing...
Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...
Let sleeping thoughts
fester, give them no credence...
Today marks one hundred years
ago the first world war came to an end...
It is not the heart
that suffers most...
What is truth?
Is it the actions we take...
Each morning she awoke
Wanting this day, another day...
Is it wrong to love!?
If it is for the right reasons...
Candle flames are overexposed
And constantly under attack...
One day those broken skies
Dripped raindrops from their eyes...