A poem about a person who spends half the year as a wolf, I guess.
This body betrays me
Slipping from what I know
Into what I don't want to
Tearing me of my own thoughts
Stripping me of my blissful humanity
I lose you to this curse of mine
And every summer I have to try
To hold onto your memory
To hold onto your feel
To hold onto who I am
As this winter starts to peel
From the inside out
Making me forget what matters most
*goes with the story I'm writing*
Reveiw if you want. I think it's pretty horrible. But I think that about all my work.