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.
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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...
