Your body has fifteen permanent marks,
Most of them are tattoos, some of them are scars.
The marks weave a map - each one leading to a different lover,
The scars are the lost battles - broken medals and battered stars.
I navigated my way inside your walls in a subtle manner,
We fought about therapy and misadventure - our hearts never in agreement.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Your body has fifteen permanent marks,
Most of them are tattoos, some of them are scars.
The marks weave a map - each one leading to a different lover,
The scars are the lost battles - broken medals and battered stars.
I navigated my way inside your walls in a subtle manner,
We fought about therapy and misadventure - our hearts never in agreement.
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