Beyond The Glass

Echoes of a Shotgun Tongue

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.