Beyond The Glass

Smoke and Poems

Running with butterflies and a bird flies, 

Waltzing into your cage, without recalling skies,  

Holding into a room, embracing your shadows with praise, 

You were so delicate to me, so brave on the line, saving my eyes, 

I was scared to be loved with supplies, gazing with a surprise, 

We got the view, packed in a line, making a fire on the highs, 

The poems with you smoking on a balcony, right there with no byes, 

I would never leave from the back door, but a hearse caught me from miles away, 

Talking about crises, I was truly naked with my words, I was with no ties, 

Telling a person might alter soon or after, denying the old files, 

Residing weary days, 

Announcing a shameless truth when you were a kid, but I hoped I made it with no lies,  

You were so ethereal on my bays, 

I do not desire to see you behind the holy skies, 

Still holding my heart's pause with a small size, 

I made you take your poems and smoke downstairs.