we were both calm yet distant.
her yellow piercing jewels that glared up to my emeralds.
i knew she was threatening me.
i knew she was growing intolerant by the day.
yet i still kept her hidden.
even if i do feel her claws down my back.
her hunger, her anger, her pain.
she wants to hunt till the lumberjack is no more.
till i was no more.
only stains that would match my red cloak.
yet i still control her like a canine.
even if she does howl under the twilight.
her leash would only tighten.
but there will be a day she will come alive.
her black coat will become my silhouette.
and she will become bigger and stronger.
for she is the beast that's chained within my heart.
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The Coffee Hour
PoesiaWhat's up Everybody! I'm doing this out of my own interest and so in so. I'm going to be writing short stories, poems, and chat(discussing topics) on life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy :)
