tell me the words sitting at the back of your throat...   the ones yearning for exposure aching to be naked at your feet bathed in moonlight and mist shadow dancing upon dewy moss as hope awaits a tender kiss   press the petals of ancient roses long fallen...

When I was younger,I had my first love.His eyes were blue like diamonds.Alas,he didn't exist in this realm. He couldn't hold me.He couldn't help me out or scold me.And he wasn't entirely human. That is a story for another day.The thought...