people never understand that love is temporary,
like the sharpie drawings i drew on your skin
love always finds a way to leave,
like the way the water turned gray from the ink
but love lingers in our memories,
just like the way the ink stayed like a ghost on your skin
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
people never understand that love is temporary,
like the sharpie drawings i drew on your skin
love always finds a way to leave,
like the way the water turned gray from the ink
but love lingers in our memories,
just like the way the ink stayed like a ghost on your skin