Could you stare at me?
Gaze at me artistically like you want to get free.
Making the flicker of our connection so velvet and immortal,
For once in the high life, clean my mess,
the touch of a love song, in the early evening you had to confess.
Everything in my face exploded red, the words stuck in the middle,
Each letter you drop is a beautiful cradle.
Stay closer, be my holder in the cruelty of my time,
I shall love you as my lyrical rhymes.
It's a holy realm, this side of yours is classic,
The heart in a club and a CPR of yours is physical.
I would like to have the desire to read you as a book, cause I'll turn back to you,
Perhaps our castles, couldn't stay still,
But, I'll never move on from your sentiments,
A trace on the walls of my mind,
In need of drugs to be fine.
I've always wanted to draw leaving, and travel with my art and old brushes to your doorway,
Please hold my poems on my stone's way.
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.
