Craving plans on the side,
What a cost I paid aside,
Gleaming in the dark sky,
My checks went marron, and my mended ashes got scarlet,
words got in my locket like a muse dropped on small poems,
Verdents were in life, and simplified it astonishingly,
Pressing my buttons every morning, to send them quickly,
Even in my fatal days, I got scared of your vows,
What if my lows and files got lesser?
Driving for miles thinking about the purpose of a lifetime,
You gathered my ricochet ashes on a visual floor,
Saying all of this happened cause I liked an August boy?
All of this happened cause I liked a boy?
Building a rain above my eyelash, find something to say Hey, I repeated,
I might look pretty when I cry, but I'll run away on foot, leaving everything again,
You gave me a reason to look at my outline,
Saying what the hell I was doing?
You know you painted me like a daydream, everything got beautified,
You were gleaming the whole year.
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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.