For the poem thing: The wolf inside me

witchofkeys: Your words may not leave woundsBut they are like whips on her hideShe snarls back at youYet you never notice herShe watches your every moveCalculating your weaknessesShe growls as you come closerAnd snaps viciously when you leaveIf only you knew that she was thereWatching and waitingOne day she’ll come outAnd you’ll stare in aweWonderingContinue reading “For the poem thing: The wolf inside me”

For the poem thing: The wolf inside me

Your words may not leave woundsBut they are like whips on her hideShe snarls back at youYet you never notice herShe watches your every moveCalculating your weaknessesShe growls as you come closerAnd snaps viciously when you leaveIf only you knew that she was thereWatching and waitingOne day she’ll come outAnd you’ll stare in aweWondering whereContinue reading “For the poem thing: The wolf inside me”

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