It was the only thing he knew,a shark in dry land surrounding his big prey. They don't have a clue what they took from him. His sunlight bloom for his cold grey days. Now it's dark in rooms, and his heart just aches.
The last of him, was more than just pretty lips and some eyes that gazed back. This was thunder rumbling love for those that just ain't that. She was power;a queen in chess.While he's the wolf—that can't get pet. Bitter, but had a light way back.A smile, that was his light way back.
It was the only thing he knew,a shark in dry land surrounding his big prey.They don't have a clue what they took from him that day. Now there's poison, bubbling for desire—to find the ones who laid to rest his love and great admirer.
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