My I

My I

A Poem by Hannie Angel
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Connected by the red thread of love, we then separate and to do our own dance, but it's unbearable for the two of us to be apart from each other. Unable to continue, we come back and dance together.

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It’s unclear in the fog

But there’s someone inside

It’s familiar as if they feel me but

It’s different, different, different

Your waving hand

Not sure if you want me to come or go

What does it mean, tell me about it

 

If there’s two Earths

It could be a different me too

 

When I take one step closer

The flower path grows thorns

Then you reach out to save me

 

Hey

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you were my future)

I’ll know (I was your yesterday)

 

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you protected me)

I’ll know (I desired you)

 

My I

 

The small wing on my wing bone

When will it grow bigger

When my own wind blows

Is that when I’ll be able to extend these wings

 

When I close my eyes, when I breathe

If I don’t deceive myself

I won’t be lost or sad

 

When I take one step closer

The flower path grows thorns

Then you reach out to save me

 

Hey

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you were my future)

I’ll know (I was your yesterday)

 

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you protected me)

I’ll know (I desired you)

 

My I

 

Hey

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you were my future)

I’ll know (I was your yesterday)

 

When I meet you after time passes

I’ll know (you protected me)

I’ll know (I desired you)

 

My I

© 2018 Hannie Angel


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Added on April 19, 2018
Last Updated on April 19, 2018
Tags: Romance, Emotional

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Hannie Angel
Hannie Angel

Changwon, Gyeongsangnam-do, South Korea



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So, I go to university as a double major in music and art, minoring in literature/writing, and I love to do all of those things! I like to make friends, but I have a lot of sad things to write about, .. more..

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