my life is as the life of a wolf with no pack.
having relatives so close to the heart,
but not able to hold them or see them.
everytime the promise,
we will meet, we will be united.
but those promises never come true.
as a packless wolf I stray trough the dark.
looking for someone to lock in my heart,
and to hold close to me.
please let the promises finally be true,
Auteur: Anaya Mithaleil | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 26 maart 2006 | ||
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