Collapsing as I'm adjusting, crying as I'm rusting,
Got wasted my potential,
My words shoot to kill when I'm mad,
I have a remorse about that,
but at least I'm trying in pain, she's trying,
She was beautiful, a castle with a view,
A hospital made a profit of her, making her alive ,
When the flowers that we'd grown died from thirst,
My world went black and white, and I was screaming the colour,
know that I tried after a glass smashed my sight,
Please I don't want coins, I want someone who wants my company,
let it once be me,
I asked god to crash me with the bare of your glass, but the sky was pouring,
and I was with no umberella,
Now, do I have to speak to?
I sent singles, but you didn't hear me out, I might be a bad person in a vision,
I need so many sighs, got no sighs,
I never meant to read minds,
A fleeting sentiment would be in paradise, I'll roll the dice,
Nothing happnened in way I want it, breaking dishes on the floor,
I said forever, and you almost bought it,
I promise even my ghosts are swallowing me,
She rereads the manuscript, but the story isn't hers anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Glass
PoetryFrom my POV These papers for you, Thank you for being more than a father.