The Wolf Girl & The Falling Moon
◯Love, Love , Love?◯
Love was a odd thing.
Love could be desirable and achievable.
But in the hands of the beholder, It could be a mystery.
Like memories that we dwell on, Cry and relate to.
Memories we fondly shared with loved ones.
Love was a sick thing.
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How selfish had I become?.
Standing outside alone...I gazed up at the twinkling stars trying to forget the things I done after all this time in this wonderful world I still couldn't erase all the things Ive done.
I'm still searching, Still digging and hunting for the perfect one.
I'm dwelling over a sick thing called love, Something I profoundly desire and need. I want to kiss the lips of someone I share my body heat with I want to cry on someones shoulder soaking their soul.
Maybe love isn 't sick, But where is love?.
You find love in the things you call "happiness".
Maybe I should escape my evanescence.
My mind and worries all the pain and dreams, No I'll take my dreams and spread it over my body consuming me in the warmth of love and peace.
I slowly reach for the sky, I don't know what I'm doing I feel so alive like the moon drenched trees swaying in the wind calling me. The breeze dancing on my fingertips and the lovely white blotch on the dark blanket across the sky luminating my hair.
It feels so good.
Love could be desirable and achievable.
But in the hands of the beholder, It could be a mystery.
Like memories that we dwell on, Cry and relate to.
Memories we fondly shared with loved ones.
Love was a sick thing.
~
How selfish had I become?.
Standing outside alone...I gazed up at the twinkling stars trying to forget the things I done after all this time in this wonderful world I still couldn't erase all the things Ive done.
I'm still searching, Still digging and hunting for the perfect one.
I'm dwelling over a sick thing called love, Something I profoundly desire and need. I want to kiss the lips of someone I share my body heat with I want to cry on someones shoulder soaking their soul.
Maybe love isn 't sick, But where is love?.
You find love in the things you call "happiness".
Maybe I should escape my evanescence.
My mind and worries all the pain and dreams, No I'll take my dreams and spread it over my body consuming me in the warmth of love and peace.
I slowly reach for the sky, I don't know what I'm doing I feel so alive like the moon drenched trees swaying in the wind calling me. The breeze dancing on my fingertips and the lovely white blotch on the dark blanket across the sky luminating my hair.
It feels so good.
This is quite amzing
3/26/16