If everyone wants you, I want you all alone,
I'm a lovesick, I can't get out of my bed, something has been unknown.
A smoke stings over my head, it was yours on the table,
Maybe it's my biggest crime, cause It felt like something chemical.
I would pay the price of getting free,
You pull me up when I break down,
I love to think that you will never forget,
You run every day, only me and my ink that you will get.
So I'm here opening my hands toward the sky, picture me between the clouds and your ache,
Before my habit screams.
Draw me and write about me before I learn the basic rules of this life,
Talk to me like we are at the end of my note before someone holds my knife.
To embrace and cross our hands, that is what I need.
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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.
