Where did the sweet wolf go?
The one not afraid to walk amongst the crowd.
The wolf with bright eyes,
as he called his song out to the moon.
Now the wolves grown cold,
and he only wants to walk alone.
Pulling me into the lonliness,
Disregarding needs.
Only his selfish deeds.
Trickery and lies,
candy coated words.
Ending each sentence in sighs,
He blames me for all wrong done.
I cry out in frustration,
cannot live in all this pain.
The love of the wolf I once had,
is slowly melting and boiling to anger.
To hatred. |