how fresh is the air when it's been tainted by words of thy desperate cries from torn souls thou't hide within the seams of the "perfect world as called by thee?
he who holds these words shall not be held against, for he merely sharpens the glass from the mirror only to cut his heart from his chest.
she who broke the glass shall not be blamed for the sorrow in which brought upon the despair of imperfection, for it was sought, by societies fingers, to be shattered from an ideal "perfect world."
they who walk the path shall not cry in pain when stepping on the shards of uncertainty and depression. they shall not scream out for help for it will be looked upon as strange because the world should be so perfect, that their imperfections are held in vein.
it shall be blamed as it finds the blood of the tracks that represent the imperfections upon perfection. as for the word it's self is not it's own glory; it's meaning can detail the lies it's been used for and the blood it bleeds.
the world shall not ponder its own worthy for the job is for the fickle beings whom walk on the metaphorical thin ice that's been broken like glass. puncturing the soft feet that have had hard pasts. and as they scream and look up into the sky, "let me be free from what is a lie!"
"let me see the light and heal my wounds! Let me live what I can instead of what I cannot, for I cannot stop thinking of the inevitability of life without you!"
and for what remains of the fallen warriors, only those who visit the rain, can tell you what you'll soon have what became.
so walk through broken glass and "perfect worlds." the only painful thing is what a lie thy makes them self become. not what stabs the feet of soldiers, tis what leaves the mouths of warriors.
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infinity kiss
Poetryan angel kisses me the way I kiss the devil.. and you are both ♡♡♡♡ I didn't want any of it to stop. I wanted to breathe you in entirely... ♡♡♡♡ another poetry book where it is not in theme and contains love stuff and maybe random stuff and it's kin...
