Poems/songs/ shit i wrote

The Rare One I'm

Wiccan, wolf or great dragon I hear you.

Your words now spoken softly to me are clearly heard.

Until I can make my choice to break lose.

 I'm Wiccan rare with crystal blood,

Whose sprit is timid, but brave as the great wolf.

With protector who is of dragon decent.

I love him, but yet I'm oh so afraid.

Of what had happened oh so long ago.

Nothing will ever change that day.

Nothing will ever take that pain away,

He is strong, kind, and brave to me for putting himself at risk.

So I pray with outstretched arms that he shall be ok.

 Until that pain will be taken away from my heart and soul.