the world around me sees me for who i was
i see myself for who i am
once the life of the party
now i dont even go
its hard to trust
those i should trust most
ive turned into a lone wolf
rejected the pack
ive been hurt too much
and i'm not going back

though nothings changed on the surface,
things have changed deep inside,
a facade, a smile upon his face,
show the emotions he hides,
and there's sorrow in the eyes of a happy person.
she speaks,
he listens,
and never forgets,
the things he said,
and of regrets,
and there's sorrow in the eyes of a happy person.
she says otherwise,
but he feels inside,
that he's made mistakes,
and nothing will be the same,
and theres sorrow in the eyes of a happy person.
she says otherwise
and avoids his eyes
for sorrow creeps in
and he takes the blame
and there's sorrow in the eyes of a happy person.
he smiles outside
and weeps within
and thinks about
how things had been
and theres sorrow in the eyes of a happy person.
he wonders what might happen
and what already has
he knows things are rough
it always has
and theres sorrow in the eyes of this happy person.

such words that rhyme
and line by line in epic time
i saw you there, upon my poem
i thought myselfe, wonder if i knowem?
i saw not, but my brother doth so
i find myself here, tis you i wish to know
pentameter shmentameter, free verse is king!
epically rhymed and everyone can sing!
to moon so high and sun beyond
greetings milady, my name is Leon.

She looks up at me
from upon the floor
so soft as wings of owl
they wonder exactly what i see
she grins at me as i lock the door...
pleasant roaring? nay just growl.

her fangs bite into my neck
lightly so, but blood still flow
to more than just my wound....
she makes my body wreck
even more than she could know
our howls now entuned.

she rides through the night,
trots and gallops i am her steed
ferocios passion, she rides yet more
tense i crumble, and liquid moonlight
ina room with no windows, finally freed
i struggle to breathe, can't take much more.

she rides unhindered for a moment longer
til she convulse, contract, collapse upon my chest
roar? nay she purrs, such soft a sound
rough we breathe, mine arms around her
she's done her part, now i the rest...
i know in my heart i love this one, and love was found

what is this?
a shallow spark?
a dying ember?
a glint of sun in defrosting december?
what is this?
this is how i remember...

what is summer too?
is it the same to me as is to you?
its warm grasp and gentle rays,
reminisce of times with her and the days.

that we spent together,
the spectacular weather
and not ever having to question whether
the sun would ever, stop shining.

the warm summer morn
before we were torn
and cool starry night
and the tears i'd have to fight

through,
i remember what i'd say to you
and what i said now...
the season's changing
in my head

seasons change
but i stay the same
it seems a bit strange...
am i to blame?

i... i don't know anymore
the sun is blazing and the moon is hazy
they chase me
sometimes fight in the sky
i think to erase me

the grey wolves howl
blue dragons growl
tigers roar and on the prowl
they each have their flames
but this world and its games
and i don't know where casts the blames.

Stripes black upon the warming orange golden,
she growls, so soft her fur, so sharp her fangs,
clad in black, to hide her stripes, and tears of sorrow.
a red white band upon her arm, sharply turned to black.

Dragon, scales and winding tails, laugh at the frightened deer.