Laughing behind our cabin, I can see you, honey,
With a headset and arms around your body,
Still laughing, but the knife cut my breath, and the jokes weren't funny.
I shall not see you from an exile, because I'm here, salt in my eyes,
I'm looking for an exile, how I can fight for my town?
I'm still lurking my past the way down.
I think I've seen this chapter before, somewhere in the summer,
My signs are unheard, sins and sweets, a bullet on my back.
But how I hold this bottle now?
I add insult to injury, I'm not your problem anymore,
Cause I have seen these words and events before,
Like a heavy blood runs into my core.
I said it so many times, but I ran to my old mirror,
I don't dazzle and gleam, I won't get you more.
I take the battle of a hero, there where I lost and I became a zero.
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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...
