Even as the whispers grow to screams,
I cannot leave your side empty;
With every wolf now after me,
I cannot give myself up to the unseen.

Your grip holds tight to my heart,
Even with your permission to part;
My love has grown to more of an art,
And everything you said still pierces sharp.

August 21, 2011
6:15 pm
Brittany Rose

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