Denying the bond so effortlessly
Like you knew what you were doing
But how would you break the bond
When your heart skips a beat
everytime your wolf calls for her
Your mate you wished for secretly
To the goddess of the makers
When you'd look at the moon at night
Praying the star falls right
But the constellation was
Disrupted, but you're a lionheart
Living in the irony of
Fate ruled by the fallen heart
And healing wounds
But you know you can't break
The bond, for its something
Which you cannot control or manipulate
YOU ARE READING
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.
