mystiquewolfe's Poetry
blackheart - Wanting love yet feeling unworthy of it.
you told me - i don't get you..
Cry - pent up..
This is Me - I was never born a saint. I'm tainted.
Rape - The memories strike again and again... and death comes again and again...
Across the Room - Not more than a friend
Captive - How does it feel to be in the middle of a crowd and be on your own at the same time?