Broken hearts broken dreams.
Thats all that it seems to be.
The raven cries and the wolf
waits below. He wonders
what the raven says, did his
cover he just blow?
The raven tells the butterfly
all that he knows,
of course the wolf listens, the
wolf down below.
The butterfly listens and
her face melts. All that is
told by the Raven she just felt.
The wolf has heard and doesnt
like it one bit. Why should the
butterfly listen to this raven's shit?
The wolf tells the butterfly what
he thinks he should stay,
none it of is right anyway.
All the butterfly hears
it lies between the both,
but the truth is so hard to see
with all these lies around the bee.
She flies away to leave the
Raven and the wolf to their fight.
the doesn't return, that night or the next night.
Am I just the moon?
You can see me,
know I'm there, but yet...
you cant touch me?
Or am I the wolf,
always wondering,
hoping
praying that one day..
I can touch my moon?
I dont know.
Sometimes I feel like the wolf
b/c I'm a loner.
And i know the moon I
cant touch. No matter how long,
nor how loud I howl at it.
The moonnn... the moonn..
aawwwoooo...aaawwoooooo
COMMENTS
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masterdiller
18:29 Jul 28 2010
beautiful....