I am on the kitchen floor,
Waiting to put my final touches,
Standing looking at the timer and door.
My hands with wounds you clean,
Saying that I'm the queen,
With rings and bouquets shall I see,
My roots are growing angrily, a mountain between us,
I would climb and cause a mess,
I would wreck, a glasses shall I wear,
Running to God to make a prayer,
I'm sorry If I wouldn't be in the sparkle,
I'm sorry If I fell.
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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...
