In a dark dress, at my party, you were in my front line,
Among the illusive halls, I fear facing the coldness of my spine.
The inconstancy on the white floor of a heart,
I'm turning and tossing with my eccentric art.
A one second of sunshine that I need,
The epic story, and my timing life, there where I seed.
I'll pluck the dimmer off my head, and run to your flicker,
I'm covered in blue, I'll complain all the way, and I won't be your killer,
Holding my sad books, your outcome is my escape from the covers.
Your sun is holy as your grip, you indulge my suffering,
My buttons are impressionable under your feelings,
The long poems and the studies of my actions are remedial,
I know the weather of mine, and my fast notes are cynical.
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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...
