Inked Skin
Tears of poetry splash against my faceSmearing emotions across warm skinSmudging love and fading hateBlurring everything I felt beforeDrawn out, illegible wordsSprawled across with a simple blue inkBeautiful displayed across wanting fleshBut can you read the soft murmurs?Of a One who has lost so much, so little...The insane little scribblingsDripping wet with old, salty tearsThat continue to fall onto brittle feelingsTorn pages, bleeding - dry skinLost words spilling out from the cracksFloating along the rivers of bloodOverflowing with the emotional criesOf all that has been feltOf the love that has yet to be realizedThe pain that simply doesn't fade...Happiness that always seems out of reachOf depression that never strays far...How beautiful the markings areExpressions long forgottenSpringing from tongues ready to caressAlong the skin of lovers - who never meet Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 06:45 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Tears of poetry splash against my faceSmearing emotions across warm skinSmudging love and fading hateBlurring everything I felt beforeDrawn out, illegible wordsSprawled across with a simple blue inkBeautiful displayed across wanting fleshBut can you read the soft murmurs?Of a One who has lost so much, so little...The insane little scribblingsDripping wet with old, salty tearsThat continue to fall onto brittle feelingsTorn pages, bleeding - dry skinLost words spilling out from the cracksFloating along the rivers of bloodOverflowing with the emotional criesOf all that has been feltOf the love that has yet to be realizedThe pain that simply doesn't fade...Happiness that always seems out of reachOf depression that never strays far...How beautiful the markings areExpressions long forgottenSpringing from tongues ready to caressAlong the skin of lovers - who never meet..."