Alone with the Wildcat
By RavenCross
Timber eyes shaped like cresants, His existence merely to prove me wrong. In this barren forest of my cascaded past, I stand alone with the wildcat, The part of me I wish I didn't have. The crimson bloody tears intangible to most, The secret he and I share, Isn't so discreet in that very trice, When I am alone with the wildcat. Crawling back for another glance, Some would climb mountains just to see, The wildcat inside of thee. Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 03:11 PM PST 0 • 1
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