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
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.