And as trails blaze, silhouettes fade, perhaps into the dark where my heart seems to stay...but once I touched the moon, and from that moment on...I forever heard the wolves cry.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoetryPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"...still need you"
And as trails blaze, silhouettes fade, perhaps into the dark where my heart seems to stay...but once I touched the moon, and from that moment on...I forever heard the wolves cry.
