Witnessing an affinity on magical walls,
Already tripped, and still want to fall,
The story is where our tears combing,
Don't catch me yet, shall writing be on your ceiling,
Ladies and gentlemen, read the whole story,
Cause the glasses are the greatest history,
The reflection of yours has bought the cure of a rift,
You cracked the fear from the mist,
I would like to be crucified on your poems,
Diminished on a balcony, beautified smoke on papers
Haunting me like a piece of you, you handled the whole favours,
If you need to blow out your tears again, remember that my tissue is there,
A book that I can read, I film that I would write, sitting on the chair, so rare,
Bragging about the heart, and cigarette on a table,
A glitch we removed, you are not a cursed cradle,
If you were an air, a repeated talk or even a demon,
Can't hold the rhymes and sonnets, cause you are the reason,
I wonder if you would check my real fists if I made a treason,
Cause at the end I'll hold popcorn and laugh at my damn seasons,
I don't want to walk out of the room without giving a view.
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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...
