i was alone

by lexy

  • Poetry
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Published November 16, 2006

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.

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lexy
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lexy commented Comment · Nov 29, 2006

thanks so much xxxx

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miyaviloves
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miyaviloves wrote a review Review · Nov 16, 2006

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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Patrick
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Patrick wrote a review Review · Nov 16, 2006

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



"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery