My skin
My paper thin
Not so soft skin

Is kissed by night sky
I'm scarred by the motion of your lips
Cracked by your whispers

My skin
My paper thin
not so soft skin

Is painted in red
I'm scratched by your brush
Wounded by your strokes

My skin
My paper thin
Not so soft skin

Is covered in memories
I'm reminded of your attention
Marked by your accessories