Everyone looking around for an answer,
Asking should I be a dancer?
Would it be good if we understood,
The truth?
The youth look beyond,
To respond to everyone.
"To everyone?" They asked?
They began to unmask, more than they can accomplish.
In order to promote them,
They'll have to vote for the best quote.
The best note will be the most everything.
Betrothed? To whom they will ask,
But why is asking better then giving the actual answer,
Before hand?
They demand to stand on the land-
Their chosen land.
They're frozen.
Their emotion is unspoken, unbroken,
Its been stolen.
When the thin skin starts to hollow in,
Begin to swallow and follow up ahead.
they said and read,
But instead they lead.
They lead the way in fear of dread.
This year, became so clear,
Especially when the air is so friendly.
The air was there,
To share the despair.
Sparing some change,
To rearrange the future.
You were the consumer into her.
Her. Who is she.
Who is yours, to keep.
Keep from the deep,
Before she bleeds.
For she needs you, unlike the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me
PoesieNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
