Standing just waiting to see the garden new,
Saying from what far I knew,
Not caring about my background noise,
It's pathetic to be an imposter in a case,
Watering my blooms as your daughters,
Residing my cadence on a piano,
Wearing glasses to amplify your soul,
Getting close to a refrain then a lottery started,
Being a little flower for a while,
Then your water could invade me for posterity,
Oh my god, a decease glitched, a noise banded,
A lullaby played after your chapter happened,
When my blood wrinkled, I saw a father in glasses,
Warmth, a place where I can look in the mirror,
I was eager to be covered by a murmur,
All the mornings, all the cigarettes, all the poems,
They happened with flowers blooming.
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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...
