These are the words,
I etched upon my skin.
And these are the things,
That cannot stay.
Beauty, grace and all things commonplace.
So hold on to what we are,
Just in case we lose sight of it,
Because that's how life is,
And we are prone to omit,
These parts of ourselves,
into our own dark abyss.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
These are the words,
I etched upon my skin.
And these are the things,
That cannot stay.
Beauty, grace and all things commonplace.
So hold on to what we are,
Just in case we lose sight of it,
Because that's how life is,
And we are prone to omit,
These parts of ourselves,
into our own dark abyss.
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