Say I
To them I was not
To me I was bright
Like a star in the night
For them I am
So without the need
Without hesitation
Of too many eyes
The eyes to be seen
To be told
Say I
To them this was just
Just another one
So I gave in
And let the emotions
Let them release a new
Sense that made me
Me
So when the flicker
Runs low
And your breath gets
Caught again on air
Remember that the end
Is just a new start
For another beginning to ignite.
Copyrighted MyTimeWasYesterday
A/N: Hey fellas, it has been a long time since I've updated. My inspiration has been lacking a bit more than usual. But anyhow, this is the last poem for 'The Expressionists'. And I really hope you have enjoyed this poisonous intake of how the world is seen in my eyes. If you did like my poetry even just a little bit. Don't worry about my poetry coming to an end.
I plan on making another segment that would sorta tie back into 'The Expressionists'. I hope that my writing and poetry is not only taken in what is literally written. I can only really hope that you could understand the brutal truth behind the darkness and the tales. Thanks for who all read:) PEACE OUT & UNTIL NEXT TIME, CHO LINEY
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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
