I want to know all your scars
not just your crescent-shaped scar
on your forehead,
I want to know all your beauty
beside all your intoxicating smile,
not just the one you gave me
on the day before the dusk.
When the night is too cold,
all I want is to feel your warmth
inside your jacket pocket,
but I've been procken by your thorn
and I've bleed for you.
Do you think is painful?
No, I love you even more.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
I want to know all your scars
not just your crescent-shaped scar
on your forehead,
I want to know all your beauty
beside all your intoxicating smile,
not just the one you gave me
on the day before the dusk.
When the night is too cold,
all I want is to feel your warmth
inside your jacket pocket,
but I've been procken by your thorn
and I've bleed for you.
Do you think is painful?
No, I love you even more.
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