Just you are purely reckless,
That doesn't mean I wouldn't wear your necklace,
I said I'm usually messed up, breathless, careless,
Turning everything to grey cause I'm hairless,
Feeling the parts as paper, so restless,
Portraying my statue professionally,
Waiting on the borders between us realistically
Hunting me where you find the breeze,
Though there where I sneeze,
Watching me saying or blending a desperate prose,
A shallow, shadow will be close,
A moment of a body might be exposed,
An emotion will be drawn, a sigh will glow,
A certain position or holy plan might be imposed,
Complete and exclusive package,
You slipped your eyes and left the wreckage,
Sometimes you are dumb and poetic,
Saying, I might crash your base, what a lunatic,
We both sad from our roots,
Hey, let's be on the train with our boots,
Just cause you can't make it official,
That doesn't mean you aren't something international.
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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...
