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
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.
