A magicians got many tricks,
Of most I have no clue,
But of the heart that's on the card,
I know it's there for you.
Like a pact signed in blood,
These lines shall rhyme true,
I want you here on my arm,
Just like a rose tattoo.
Whether it be a tiny one,
A skull with a bone or two,
I'll have it inked upon my heart,
Crimson through and through.
And my skin may grow old,
So yours will too,
But who we are will stay strong,
Like the line of that tattoo.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
A magicians got many tricks,
Of most I have no clue,
But of the heart that's on the card,
I know it's there for you.
Like a pact signed in blood,
These lines shall rhyme true,
I want you here on my arm,
Just like a rose tattoo.
Whether it be a tiny one,
A skull with a bone or two,
I'll have it inked upon my heart,
Crimson through and through.
And my skin may grow old,
So yours will too,
But who we are will stay strong,
Like the line of that tattoo.
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