Mr Stabby
02-16-2006, 04:32 PM
Tattooed ink sinks deep into my flesh,
sits under my skin, marking me forever,
fading in time, like a distant memory,
a memory of you...
The lines are drawn with such precise,
never wavering, staying true,
like many things in this life,
much like my love of you...
my tears falling, staining the letter,
which I wrote to you, but havent sent,
like some bad emo song, powerful in lyrics and strut,
but yet lacking in thought,
with these painted tears drowning it away...
sits under my skin, marking me forever,
fading in time, like a distant memory,
a memory of you...
The lines are drawn with such precise,
never wavering, staying true,
like many things in this life,
much like my love of you...
my tears falling, staining the letter,
which I wrote to you, but havent sent,
like some bad emo song, powerful in lyrics and strut,
but yet lacking in thought,
with these painted tears drowning it away...