Marks bleed over scars
Gold buttons fall on a rainy day
I seek black ink justice
your smile , on my face.
Camera watches iris split lens adjust to seep within I am void here in a dark room
Will you save me from the December's of life’s misery’s?
I can feel this heart on my footprint In my own disguise But can you find me under the fight?
I am speaking to you can you hear me?
Calm beauty falls amongst the shores I can give you life If you let me.
Marks leave scars of once a faded memory.
Tattooed and begging for one more try.
I’m watching waiting for you to come tonight.
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