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A lonely wolf I hear of,
His howls of nothing but of love.
Full of love and of compassion,
Yet he’s suffering because of a mistaken decision.
His story, still a mystery to me,
But someday I wish for him to be set free.
He says to himself that he is no longer trapped.
But in her world, he is in rapt.
Love is indeed a crazy thing.
It makes us weep, it makes us sing.
I understand how this lone wolf feels
For I myself hopes my own would heals.
I sat by the lake and remember the verse,
As the wolf sees his reflection and sees a curse.
I see my own, and the pain is hidden from my face
As I have learned to hide it without a trace.
Heartless, coldhearted – I have been called worse
But I tell them to walk in my shoes first.
The only thing I hope for was the pain to dull
But damn, how much it still hurts pounds even up to my skull
I know, like the lone wolf I should withdraw
Try to move on, and try to forget
Yet I feel that I’d be breaking a rule of myself – maybe even a law.
A flashback – to the day we first met.
Why I decided to write this poem
Is still not clear to me
Maybe I tried to comfort the hear of the wolf who is alone,
Even if I could not comfort the heart that is broken that is my own
the poem can be found here -- The Lone Wolf There are 7 parts ... 6 then a 5 1/2 :)
His howls of nothing but of love.
Full of love and of compassion,
Yet he’s suffering because of a mistaken decision.
His story, still a mystery to me,
But someday I wish for him to be set free.
He says to himself that he is no longer trapped.
But in her world, he is in rapt.
Love is indeed a crazy thing.
It makes us weep, it makes us sing.
I understand how this lone wolf feels
For I myself hopes my own would heals.
I sat by the lake and remember the verse,
As the wolf sees his reflection and sees a curse.
I see my own, and the pain is hidden from my face
As I have learned to hide it without a trace.
Heartless, coldhearted – I have been called worse
But I tell them to walk in my shoes first.
The only thing I hope for was the pain to dull
But damn, how much it still hurts pounds even up to my skull
I know, like the lone wolf I should withdraw
Try to move on, and try to forget
Yet I feel that I’d be breaking a rule of myself – maybe even a law.
A flashback – to the day we first met.
Why I decided to write this poem
Is still not clear to me
Maybe I tried to comfort the hear of the wolf who is alone,
Even if I could not comfort the heart that is broken that is my own
the poem can be found here -- The Lone Wolf There are 7 parts ... 6 then a 5 1/2 :)