Where The Wild Things Are Read Count : 70
Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
She was a wild one, I wouldn’t take no for an answer, nothing could get past her, we fought often, argued often, she was a wild one, if you’ve ever seen a devil in a dress... that’s her, an untamed shrew, beautiful like a wild flower, an unframed view, intimidating like a dark tower, if looks could kill... she was a true murderer, passions flammed hot but alas no blood spilled. Try as one might to save her, she didn’t want to be saved, she didn’t need a hero... all she needed was a distraction. She was a wild one. Time and time again we would drift apart like waves crashing on a windy evening, she wanted space, I wanted time, the love was there, the passion was not. But we always drifted back together again. She was a wild one, I never took no for an answer.