Left in a pool of blood, yet not my own, but it is or was me,
In a world were humans hate us, I am yet a dragon left alone,
There are more then one but I'm torn between the dragon and human,
For my true love is a human... Tamara, oh Tamara,
How can a name so beautiful give me such pain and still make my heart sing,
In the depths of my being I wish to rip off the wings, claws and fangs,
Oh to be human with Tamara,
Yet, I can not be something I am not and so my tears are in vein,
I tried so hard to be human that I tried to rip the dragon from me,
but without the dragon there is nothing but a shell of a being left to die in a pool of blood.
this poem is based on when i was with my old girl friend
 Rose_Dragon · Thu Mar 17, 2005 @ 03:01am · 3 Comments |
