As long as the wolves howl at the moon,
As long as in spring the flowers bloom
I will always want you,
but you'll always be like the sky to me no matter how much I reach out for you, you leave me feeling blue,
You were my magician for when were around you everything else disappeared,
You were my earth and I a tree when separated I slowly die out
For you I can't leave without
Once you were my brightest ember
Beautiful memories are all that I remember
And now all am left with are the love poems I wrote you, a reminder of the strain you left behind yet I dont want it to heal; for the pain is all I have left of you.
©scar.dwolf
S