What makes your soul cry
On a Tuesday afternoon?
When the music is the same,
The weather is the same,
But your heartaches more than usual.

What causes the tears to fall
When you are not grief-stricken?
But the hole in your chest grows a few more inches.

What makes the bed your fortress
The sheets, your armor
The pillows, your shield.

What creates the world outside to be your enemy?

It's just a Tuesday afternoon,
and a little rain.

After the sun has set,
we two, as one bright
spark, ignite the stars.  
Wrapped in your arms.
Enfolded  with your love.
Entranced by your charms.
Dazzled by the stars above.
Moonlight filters down
into your eyes of brown.
Free of our night attire
we seek, we find entire,
in each all that we desire.

Loving, true and bright,
at sunrise, we  delight
as glowing Twin Flames,
in setting the dawn alight.

Tobias

You      better       die!

Oh Darling,
Get ready,
I think
I found
my
self