MARK THAT YOU LEFT
the mark that you left on my mind,
my body,
my soul,
as if they were yours and not mine,
as if my will was worth nothing,
as if you could meddle with somebody's innocence,
without having one bit of guilt,
mark that you left on my lips,
my chest
my wings.
-Moonshe
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Poetry sessions vol I
PoetryPoetry written from the heart, that speaks out about love and heartache. Cover drawing by, Stephanie Buono Foltas.