Talking when the table twists with no break,
Wondering if somebody else will lie in our lake,I don't want to share bare glasses with a new cake,
Windows broke down, you craved a fire to keep under the light,I got loved by a new band, I dropped the fight,
There's more I can say, I called last year with open teeth,I crumpled beautifully with my castle, not denying your truth,
I brought the knife for a fight, but you took the crown, and that's fit,You fit like a preach in a great city, all of us dressed in something lit,
You can call it as you want with my initial around your neck,I still forget stuff when I look at you.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.