Everything I want you have.
Musical or lilted voice.
But I didn’t know you are made of glass inside and porcelain.
But no warmth outside and inside.
A glass canvas shielding my knowledge.
But there’s a crack.
I can see the void inside.
Just made of decieving glass.
Fleeting through years but you aren’t even supposed to be.
Eyes lined by khol.
But its all glass.
I can see the crack,
And its only a void inside of you.