Ink

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Your lips on her
Leaving marks on that pearl smooth skin
Your ink filled lies
Drawing patterns on her torso
Black and blues all the sad hues
She's so damn blind to your games
She's head over heels tripping every minute
You enjoy playing with those innocent feelings
That smirk
I want to punch it right off of your face
But I step back
It's not my matter to deal with
I'll watch her breakdown
But get back up nevertheless
I'll watch her build herself from scratch
I'll watch her grow stronger
I'll let her fight her battles
But I'll always be there to pick her up and push her forward,
Every time she falls
All the time, I am here for her

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