i hide you under my skin
like a war archive, - a secret code,
is not hard at all, it comes naturally, like drawing, or
tyquando,
there is no dominance in the heartbeats market,
without rehearsing twice, they ripe like peaches,
waiting for the next wave to tear apart every cell,
*my love,
like an ingrown toenail , you are hiding under my skin, -
just because we use the same room,
hiding and escaping is not the same thing