You run and hide,
Like the coward you are.
You start your fights,
Then you run and hide.
You expect others to fight your battles,
While you sit and watch.
Like the coward you are.
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.
