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i will lay in the hammock in my back yard
in the witching hour
my limbs will hang, my face hides behind the colorful threads
you will come
your fur is coal black
you're the envy of shadows
but your eyes are pure, the color blue when it dies
your eyes lure me into the night, the memory of them robs me of sleep and steals me away
you will let my hand come to you
you'll rest your large head on my chest and rock me with your muscular neck
i'll rake my fingers through your unruly ruff and mane
our breathing is a harmonious rhythm and our hearts beat in unison
i'll expose my soul to you and you loyally listen and never judge
i cry you lick my face clean
when i laugh you wage your tail for me
i will never know who you are, and...i believe it should be and stay like that
i'll know the moon's phases, and when our time comes....
i'll wait for you in my hammock in the witching hour
watching for your eyes and muscular body merging in the shadows
like the shadows that drapes the world, my walk blindly in it
your my pack leader that leads me through
your my werewolf.
- by meditationpriestess |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/02/2009 |
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- Title: my lycan
- Artist: meditationpriestess
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Description:
idk, i wrote it out of despair that i will experience these feelings...
idc if u hate it. everyone has their version of poetry.
KEEP AN OPEN MIND!!!! ERRR! - Date: 02/02/2009
- Tags: lycan
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- Surly animalluver - 02/06/2009
- out of all the poems i've read so far, this is the best i have heard. very nice...definitely 5/5..great job.. wink
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