With a child’s first breath, and the times not set,
From the past of so many others.
The world will not wait, a quarter past eight,
The birth of a Loving Other.
That child runs free, with so much to see,
Influenced by blinding others.
Why can’t I be me, and run on the sea,
The growth of a Loving Other.
The liberated youth, strong proud to be,
Naive from the wisdom of all others.
None of that matters to he, you just do not see,
The pride of a Loving Other.
The tears that sat, the midnight frats,
That were shared with so many others.
I will go on, I will be strong,
The denying Loving Other.
The cold dark depths, the moon with no steps,
What happened to all the others?
I now cannot eat, I now cannot sleep,
The addicted Loving Other.
The love once set, that was never half met,
From that of a loving mother.
Tip toes in the shadows, watching over his sleep,
Surrounding the Loving Other.
The colours of love and the weight of our lips,
Can I truly understand another?
My walls are brought down, without making a sound,
The becoming Loving Other.
The illusion of success, he’s never a mess,
The ruling by many others.
None matter to me, there’s only one me,
I am The Loving Other.
The Lone Wolf ~ J.S.W.