Dark shaddows of the forest hid the glowing eyes of wolves.
She walked deeper, ignoring the protests in her heart.
She exposed herself to hungry wolves and boiled with an enraged hatred when I wanted to stop her.
For it was only I who saw their dagger teeth and blood lust eyes.
But she refused to acknowledge any danger.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía"What will you say when I show you my locked up secrets, burried in the center of my heart? Will you still love me then, or will you just run like them?" ▪ ▪ ▪ A series of poems.
