In your car with wings on my scarf, I'm your first copy,
I believe that on every page you see scars on a body.
Thanks for your highlight, it's safe to be called "Baby"
I received the beauty of your routine, I'm in a place where you can be proud of me,
In your city, I'm a star, a human and I think you will see me get free.
The methodology of your smile, the light of the year, I'll be dressed in the new car,
I would drive our happy song away from my great war.
A desire to feel your glass, in the backseat, I'll see the green of a country,
Rewriting my law and rules, I'll discard my boundary.
A decoration on the walls of a home, running around the table, the jokes will be funny,
In July let's twinkle the shores, shall the weather be sunny.
The gravity is leaving, cause your magnetic field is too strong.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.