Wolf's View of LoveSome say beasts do not feel love,That they can't understand it.But what if love made a humanFeel like a free, tameless mastiff?Love brings me a strange sensation.I feel my furred paws slap the groundAs my heart races with happiness.I feel my pads grace the rough earthAs I smile at those who give me joy.I feel the wind breathe against my peltAs I embrace those I love.I feel the breeze push me, giving me impetus.The exhilarating marvel pushes me in motion.I follow my heart's desire to runAnd I feel I can run forever next to you.Are you running with me?
Death'He's dead? No, this can't be happening. He was just here. What about her? They were fighting. Oh God, she must feel horrible.' These were the thoughts flashing through my head. "How long?" I barely spoke."About an hour," my mom replied. Those words struck me like cold water. I sunk to the cold concrete, the wind gently glided across my face, as if trying to soften the heartbreaking blow. I pulled up my knees in a defensive position and started crying. My mom leaned down and tried to comfort me."It's okay. It'll be okay," she wrapped her arms around my curled up form. Usually I pull away from her embrace, too emotional to want to be held, but this time I have no strength to pull away. I leaned my weight against the red brick of our house, the soft ringing of chimes added to the sadness of the scene. "Come on, let's go inside where it's warmer," my mother said lifting me up.I looked around at the other people, his daughter and ex-wife were there, his next wife was sitting on the porc
HelpWhy? That always seems to be the question. I'm sorry.That always seems to be the answer. I thought I was over her, but it seems that some things just don't heal that quickly. I miss her so much, but how can I ask? New one, you pass me up, throw me down, and say you're sorry. I'm taking it too personally. You just miss a friend.I want to get away, to her, but how can I ask? How and why? Must I feel these things? Can't I block them out? Can't they disappear? I want them to, so I can be comfortable, not thinking of times past.Get over it! It won't come back.That happiness is gone.So be happy with what you have! Why? Can't I get it through my head?So please, someone, answer my cry for help.
SpecialI want you to know,you're special to me.I want to see you smileand I want you to be free.I want to hold your hand,and be there for you.I want you to be happy,and to see I'm happy too.I want you to knowwhat it's like to feel love.Without any fearsor help from above.I want to wipe away your tearsand for you to tell me what's wrong.I want you to trust me,so our friendship is strong.I want you to knowI think about you everyday.About holding you closeand making you believe I'm okay.In truth I wonderif you think of me too.What do you think of me?I wish you'd give me a clue.Right now I prayand hope that you see.Really how muchyou mean to me.
QuestionWhat if I saidI love you?How would thatEffect you?Would it change how you:Look at me?Interpret my actions?My words?Would you choose yourActions wisely?What about your phrases?Would the wayYou see ME change?Would you shove me away?Or would you hold me close?What would you do,If I said I love you?