i was alone

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I was alone,

until your whispers reached me through the wind.

I was a lone-wolf,

until you gently joined my pack.

I never imagined that someone
so... special
could fill my footsteps
trace my shadows
and follow my path.

I always imagined that I
would prowl the world
never settling
never sticking to one place,
I had no intentions of staying.

I was too scared
too vulnerable
too selfish
and now you've changed my world around.
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself. - Peter O'Toole




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lexy wrote:I was alone,

until your whispers reached me through the wind. (love this part!)

I was a lone-wolf, (nice imagery)

until you gently joined my pack. (like the wolf imagery)

I never imagined that someone
so... special (this space is to make us think you're thinking of a word that is suitable right?)
could fill my footsteps (like it!)
trace my shadows
and follow my path.

I always imagined that I
would prowl the world (wolfy imagery, yay)
never settling
never sticking to one place,
I had no intentions of staying.

I was too scared
too vulnerable
too selfish (cool)
and now you've changed my world around.



is this about me???
Lol, I like it. How you have conjured yourself or your narrator into a wolf......


well done hun.

patrick xxxxxxxx
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This is a really lovely poem lexy! And Patrick has picked out the wolf imagery so i wont go over that again. I think this is a very nice peice of work and there is not much you need to improve upson, i enjoy reading your stuff and i hope you post more!
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thanks so much xxxx
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself. - Peter O'Toole



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