Those wolves, chasing me
they're just hollow you see
I'm not afraid anymore
all they are, is a bore
Their teeth just go through
made of splinters, it won't do
Only wish to be alone
This heart wants to rest its bones
Been running with the wolves too long
I only know how to be strong
Want to learn how to be kinder
to myself, just a reminder
In rays of sun, that's where I'll be
finding out how to love all of me.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
