A gun craved in my tongue, so pardon me,
You can't have a clue how my cheeks look on me,
Someone said "I'm here always" but I had to drink too much,
I'm not a firework you will touch,
Who said that I'll be living in a novel,
Melting in bed, thinking about a new bottle,
I sleep in films to feel that I wear glasses,
the time with you is a red splash,
Faster as wind, passionate as sin,
I'm drinking more, I can't be more thin,
My spine feels worthless, a dress full of dirt,
I might be the most lovable, and most hurt,
Denial can't happen with you, making me feel cute,
I lay on something black, there where my root shoots,
It makes me laugh, how I bent because of roots,
A mouth became a shotgun, killing insanely,
All of my words were meant politely,
I know I can't travel the way back, I know it well,
The real attention, breaking the perfection, yet can't remember where I fell,
I hope you will never blame me when you meet me in the closed heaven,
Your weather can't undo, hands wrapped in depression,
Fearing would not see your adorable expression,
A girl on the train with fast seconds.
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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...
