Tracked and held hostage
Pained as our gazes shorten
The wolves behind are howling
And my conscience is calling
Lost in the depth of our distance
While you're next to me talking
We're told it's forbidden
To love with passion.
Our crossed hands is a sin
And my trust on your shoulder is a problem
But you find my fingers in the darkness of the night
with your fingers around them.
Right when the wolves are howling
By the moon
By the forest
Away from the entre twined robbers.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
