his love was deep
as the colour of her hair
mahogany, that shone bright in the light
but gone once the darkness rose
for he never promised an eternity
but a conditional love
which she accepted,
hoping maybe she won't need more
than what was offered
until her wolf left her
to grieve the pain of
rejection by her mate
and she lost her way
warming the beds of many men
believing that is the only way
to find her worth
but ending up picking the pieces
of her shattered self worth
and now laid on the satin sheets
imagining the comfort
of her wolf and her mate
allowing the numbness cosume her
in the misery of a lost hopes
and to mean something more
more than a Whore
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
