the desperation as if wandering lost on a mountain.
I love the solitude and the loneliness of being compelled to love.
i love the desperation.
the wolf hidden in my wild heart howling at a streetlight
and the sorrow of distant echoes in my head and the laughter coming from an empty bed. the mountain ledge whistling in the mist. the pierce of thorn from the rose clutched tightly in my fist.
some never feel more alive as love fades into the silence of sweet lies and blue skies.
just never show the fear that's in your eyes. never shed a tear for the rose refused.