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 umbrella,
Now, who do I have to speak to?
I sent signals, 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 happened in the way I wanted 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
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.