Designing every inch of your community,
I will stop screaming, and take the opportunity.
On the first page, you flex and might be bad, but I want to find out,
I swear I'll buy the car that you want, to see you occupying my roundabout.
I was running from your glass, now I do run to you,
Hearing your concert in my ear, a door to your breakthrough.
But, the car won't run its engine unless I touch you,
Without you in my head, my country would be in a war, and that's true.
I call you, you pick up, and you are my risk,
In a salt sea, a muse will replay, in your lake, I'll sink.
I feel good about you, I won't forget about you,
Just make my page settle for a few.
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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...
