Emotions were like wild horses and it required wisdom to be able to control them
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
I am an animal, my teeth are sharp and my mouth is full, and the passion is strong.
O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.
Words at night were feral things.
We sort of find that music tames the beast, you know.
Music soothes my savage beast. I got a beast in me running wild.
Emotions are wild horses. It is not explanations that carry us forward, but our will to go on.
Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.
