Pretty brown eyes and that pale, perfect skin-
He’s a little too haunted, a little too thin.
His eyes have a hunger, some animal spark,
And he twists and he howls all alone in the dark,
As he searches for answers, gets lost in his
books
And seems not to notice his ugly good looks.
He shouldn’t be beautiful, looking so grim-
I shouldn’t be so attracted to him.
I guess this is why they tell you that
You’re not supposed to fall in love with werewolves.
Haunting, arresting, his smouldering gaze.
He growls and he smirks, but his eyes will
betray
How he hates himself and can’t understand why
He bites and he snarls with his predator’s eyes
It’s an animal instinct, to go for the kill
And if he can’t love himself, maybe I will
And maybe he’s wonderful deep down inside
Behind his raw voice and his silly false pride
I guess this is why they tell you that
You’re not supposed to sympathise with werewolves.
They’ll call him a danger, or lock him away
Leave him to darkness, alone and afraid.
He won’t eat meat when he’s in his right mind-
Says it makes him feel guilty, or cruel or unkind,
And although he can’t help it, he wishes that he
Was human, and normal, and happy like me.
But happy means nothing if he isn’t here-
And he’s scared he’ll attack me, he won’t let me near
And I guess this is why they tell you that
You'll get hurt if you get too close to werewolves.
