Twisted sadness,
Broken heart.
I feel like I'm,
About to fall apart.
Forced to live,
On my own.
Among the trees,
Forever alone.
All because,
A pair of lies,
Both twist like snakes,
Amongst the vines.
They seem to revel,
Among the ruins,
They love destruction,
And heartbreak's rule.
Both believe,
That they are right,
Although they should,
Rue the day,
The unfortunate day,
That we all met.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
