All of your memories stuck in me
Like this black ink in my skin
Your voice is the deleted song in my playlist
Still replaying in my ears
You were my coat in this frigid cruel life
But left me shivering with a heart cold as ice
I'm still drowning in your brown eyes
That once telling me that I am your life
How could I blame you when I'm the one who falls
The wandering soul you found and lost
You'll remain as the tarnish stain in my white walls
I never clean because it is the color I love the most
YOU ARE READING
Scratches And Scars
Poetryscratches became scars I am strong enough to make it this far "collection of poetry"
