Thinking of me as a saker,
landing on my earth after I whistled a fire,
Calling me a liar, cocky and the smallest being,
Finding the way to my truth,
Hating to show bare teeth,
Talking about me under the table to declare,
Seeing the soul of yours as an air,
Laughing after with the peers of rekindled jokes,
sharing past lives, uttering a vow,
Hearing and talking the tryst in low,
Bending the weight of rift, and waltzing with a glory mist,
Combing my curses as your own,
Replacing my sombre eyes with vivid memories to owe,
Leaving my wretched place, hoping to see a face,
Calming a blast from a dreary phase,
Having the accidental chemistry, my cups are carried,
I recall every moment slowly I said, would save me or run away with me?
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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...
