Locking my tears as I'm looking disgustingly at the mirror,
My face's lines started to wrack my reddish cheeks, it couldn't be clearer,
Holding my crying and sobbing, so the greater woman would still be proud,
I still desire your city in a green, If I am allowed,
Walking with no eyes behind me, the crowded roots, sleeping in peace,
Holding some stranger's arms so that I can release,
I'm soft paper with random doodles, that no one can touch,
How I went from growing up to breaking down,
Vows are heard by you, an old record stuck, words can't be loud,
My nails are immersed in a blue cheek,
A salt sea in my face has been exploded,
I can't see and recall where once I glowed,
Closing the door and counting some drugs,
In the cold wrapped, a family broke the whole tree,
The crack is following the rift, the noise is getting naked,
At the station waiting for my turn, waiting for the red light to ring,
I hope the rain will pour, and the sun will spot at my dry sad, Shall the birds sing?
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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.
