Beyond The Glass

Misshapen

Being with your glasses is red, 

I make the session with you the darkest blue. 

Every heartbeat on my timeline became unused perfume, 

When I got older, I thought the everything I assumed. 

Chasing your shadows on my street line, 

I know, you would be back to yourself, 

With my roots, I lay every day on a naked shelf.

I'm not trying to overreact, but I might die if I let this happen, 

The entire shape of me led to misshapen. 

Your talk is a sway on my damn spikes, 

Switching the lights off invades the whole space of your type.

I'm historically heartbroken, drowning in the whirl, running from my emotions, 

Not a stranger, I'm yours, the crumble of my anger,

Even the air is running away from me, falling within the anchor.

I take weed and drugs on the table, a ripple of rocks and regrets on my chest,

On frequent nights like this, in a pale dress, I'm depressed. 

I'm longing for a moment, it might be the sound of your giggle.