You ask me
to wear my scars
like my fine lover's name
a tattoo on my pulse
but don't you
oh don't you know
he owns the knife
a pen to write
death on my
corrupted soul
Don't you
oh don't you know
not all scars
are meant
to be worn
like crowns
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say
PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...
