I've never been sightseeing
Just cared about being
Living in the moment
Always in my element
I can be all fire and bold
Or ice and knock you out cold
My soul-mate, the lonely wolf
I can see him standing on the roof
Howling at the pale white moon
Then he begins to swoon
Falling, taking his last breath
Because I did not care about Death
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoetryFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
