Creating a story to tell, taking into loving life,
I shaded a life with my name, I chased to be under the spot,
I wanted my name to be remembered, I desired to be caught,
Crawling with my short stories under other people's lot,
Showing my bad sides to have the show, but I didn't,
My father decorated a spike on my shoulder, and I called it an issue,
It's a pain to slap myself to be seen, every text was stuck in my shoe,
Souls go home to drink tea, and I lay on the cold floor,
is this what I got at the end? far away from healing,
Shading my friends with the lifetime that I didn't crave,
How did you see the feeling?
Everyone is dramatically broken in parts they scare them,
You were straight up with me, it faded when I faced an old letter
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryBeyond the Glass is a poetic storytelling about two people who find each other and promise to stay together until the door closes, but the walls between them are large. The poems are written from the woman's point of view. They capture her raw hone...
