This one is from my sweet, sweet boy. He is brave and beautiful and strong.
I do this for me and not for her . . . my name is wolf and I’m alone and forced to join a pack (I know this may hurt but it hurts me worse)
revelations and chronicles that manifest in
silence, preparation and plans fall but love
may conquer all, await a return in fear for a
free fall, to hold tight to the clock in your
chest as if the bolts and screws come loose,
I may be cold today but tomorrow I may be
colder because my warmth of the sun may
leave like an endless winter but if the melody
of a tear can be received then let it be for it
was not she that misunderstood but me so
forgive me as love forgives and tell me it will
Dear bat I give you my eternal love, so hold
onto my heart as a souvenir for I have no
use for it.