That thorn inside her heart.
Weathered and worn,
All the butterflies, they all just died.
The wolf was so in love with the moon;
But why does he keep on biting her?
Raging the nights so loud.
Why is this happening?
Deep wounds bitten by his furious fangs,
Unintentionally…
Behind her back, he was bruised, damped, betrayed or even dead…
SweetLyrehc©
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