When I'm out at night my eyes find the moon,
And I ponder while I stop and stare.
Is it the wolf in me, or maybe the cat
That lets my eyes know that it's there?
Something inside me just screams for her light,
I need it due to something I lack.
It fills me with sadness I seem to have lost,
And kills me each time it turns black.
So why do I have this necessity,
This need for her rays on my face?
It's like some primal urge which keeps calling me
That only my bloodline can trace.
She is my lady, the woman of my heart
So pure that her touch breaks my soul.
I'm broken to pieces but I dare never leave,
Because when I'm withe her, I'm whole. |
Submission Name: Howling at the Moon
