Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Wolfie
I want love like a wolf,
Tender and tough.
The growling comforts my heart,
And the white melts away into
Warmer shades.
I sit and wait, knowing I can have nothing
And hoping for the best.
When the moon is high,
I will howl in pain and drain myself
Of life to make room for the love
That will someday make its home
In the bowels of my heart.
1-9-12
Tender and tough.
The growling comforts my heart,
And the white melts away into
Warmer shades.
I sit and wait, knowing I can have nothing
And hoping for the best.
When the moon is high,
I will howl in pain and drain myself
Of life to make room for the love
That will someday make its home
In the bowels of my heart.
1-9-12
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