I tattooed your name on my heart
But you used a pen to write mine
On yours and everyday since
Then it's faded more and more
Now it's completely gone
I was temporary to you
But to me you are permanent
You will always be permanent to me
Even if I'm not you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
