Beyond The Glass

Crazy and poetic

How are your poems with mine?

You are flying, assuming I'll be fine,

We talk about it every night, how you are crazy and poetic,

Watering my mouth with crazy poems,

Lifting my verses with your pro arms,

Could you mention my guts with no lowers?

Igniting a fire, hush letters,

Teaching me some new alphabetical order,

Picking my buildings abroader,

I can't be shorter,

But, I'm only five feet, left a quiet impression on a glass,

Can I be the whole district?

You know I have been so stressed,

I lost my notes, I'm at the party all dressed,

All my towns, you possessed,

I was working late, cause I'm depressed,

My blood exploded on a glass, now I'm blessed,

My whisperers on a phone, I'm impressed,

But, your life won't be oppressed,

you are a sentimental person who expressed.