Beyond The Glass

Promises

The time of yours, and your art are luminous, 

Through the papers and prayers, you pass, 

I'll call you by different names, cause you are ineffable,

Talking about you under the light, and poems on the table, 

You will call, and I'll hear it, a glass is my solitude, 

Standing in the middle of my storm, the whole mollitude, 

knowing I'm a wounded woman, a lonely who can't think with cells sometimes, 

I giggle with you on my worst phase, 

Everyone looks at me, like a change I would face, 

I often run away from my wars to hide in a glass, 

To have a rest and nice rhymes, 

I would haunt your poetry even if you committed crimes, 

I might be shamed, I'll be a fairytale which they will narrate, 

Fearing of making you feel that I'm late, 

We broken, if one of us failed, shall be damned, 

A stage we cemented, shall be banned, 

It's just about promises, promises.