WolvesA Story by Kathryn SmithI want to feel the way I did that summer night Drunk on a feeling alone with the stars in the sky I've been running through the jungle I've been crying with the wolves To get to you To be alone with you I've been down the darkest alleys Saw the dark side of the moon I've looked for love in every stranger Took too much to ease the anger All for you Behind closed doors We all have our secrets Our memories Our dreams And if you dare to look closer Some of what drives us To be who we are To want what we want Stems from darkness And some of our scars that make us strongest Are from injuries that go beyond skin deep These injuries touch our hearts Our souls Our very beings I can feel eyes on me
Eyes of men With the intensions of wolves And in order to appreciate love To find a good true love We must be clawed upon We must fall prey to cunningness To the scars of darkness To the dreams that crack and quiver And when we step out of that darkness And meet our match The journey with the wolves Is what made our new hearts Ready to love Hatch © 2017 Kathryn SmithAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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