I have seen the way you move
I have seen the way you hair falls off your shoulders so angelic like
I have seen the way your eyes travel the length of the busy landscape
I have seen your eyes form into paronia
I know in the back of your mind, you can sense some things wrong
That something is following you
That it's always watching
And wishing that you were completely alone
So they could attack and keep them as their own
So we could take you away from the busy streets, lights, and people zooming past
I know that you can sense us
Our presence isn't taken well avoided
We are always lurking
We are always waiting
We are always behind you and right before you think our presence of creeping is through with
We have captured you
You are alone and outnumbered
Their is no more cat and mouse play
No you are ours and we want you to be mine
And mine will never fear of my presence no more
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
A\N: so not really sure what I'm talking about or what I'm trying to mean in this poem. Who cares really?
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
