Still breathing

And as the wolves go hunting
They'll bring back the pain
And as I'm falling through your grace
I'm caught up by lies and failure

And as the wolves come home
I'm forced to love them
In spite of what they've done

And as I'm walking though this street
I find myself hard to believe

And as the wolves come home
I'm forced to love them
In spite of what they've done

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Pain and love do dance in the same emotion sometime. Great story leading the reader to a very strong ending. No weakness in the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Serenity Faith]

Funny how we still love someone despite how badly they've hurt us? At least that's what comes to mind for me when reading this. Great Job.

[Secret Lullaby]

I liked this(: Great Job