I missed the four eyes sight,
Cages of light, losing at night,
Sharing the same floor that I walk on,
Holding into me in the morning, switching the giggle on,
I hoped my humour wasn't dramatic, cause I'd do it happily,
I wanted to put my bags, but I pictured you swiftly,
Is it all about what we feel in my sickness?
I knew it would kill like a bullet, It took me two months,
I almost killed you, but I didn't,
You started to let me in, but I shut it off,
I can imagine when you go to the office, would she follow you?
It's painful, harmful, powerful,
It's a shame cause I wasn't vibrant enough,
I'm not talking anymore, I'm a less,
Catch me on my way, hold my wooden casket, bury me with my father,
You know my truths and thrones,
I had to say goodbye to save your glass,
I'll know you again and hold you again,
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone,
Looking at the phase when I was born,
Trying to find the one where I went wrong,
God rest my soul I miss who I used to be,

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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...