Tuesday, July 28, 2020

my love, she was a sculptor

why didn't you
carve your name into my skin,
so no one one else would want me?

you carved your name into my soul...
and now our love will always haunt me...

like a feeling i was born with,
like the urge to fight for life,

i feel our summers deep inside me
far out of reach for any knife.

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