Below me the snow crunches
Once untouched, pure, beautiful, clean
because of me can no longer gleam
I am the lone girl
The one your parents warned you about
Warned you to stay away
once loved so strongly,
now just a stray
I am the lone girl,
looking up into the beauty of the moon
with each night i spend alone with Luna,
my heart projects a broken tune
the shrieks of a lone wolf
pierces my ears
and sadly i know inside
the reason for the wolves musical tears
the wolf is in love with the moon,
his prized treasure, the apple of his eye
his wish to be closer will never come true
that’s why at night you hear his cries
the wolf and i are alike,
inside we both know enough
that our eyes will never be dried
because of a love we will never touch
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Below me the snow crunches
Once untouched, pure, beautiful, clean
because of me can no longer gleam
I am the lone girl
The one your parents warned you about
Warned you to stay away
once loved so strongly,
now just a stray
I am the lone girl,
looking up into the beauty of the moon
with each night i spend alone with Luna,
my heart projects a broken tune
the shrieks of a lone wolf
pierces my ears
and sadly i know inside
the reason for the wolves musical tears
the wolf is in love with the moon,
his prized treasure, the apple of his eye
his wish to be closer will never come true
that’s why at night you hear his cries
the wolf and i are alike,
inside we both know enough
that our eyes will never be dried
because of a love we will never touch
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