Have you ever missed something so much,
It actually starts to hurt?
I miss the beautiful artwork I would create
on my body, the old ones are still there
But I want to create new ones
I miss painting the lovely color of
Dark red on my light brown skin
I miss the after look,
To see how far i've gone
I see the old ones and admire them
While others see them with such sad eyes
They don't understand
I don't expect them to
If only I can do it again
And again
And again
And again
To never get tired of it
My lovely artwork
My lovely scars
My lovely blades
Oh I miss you so
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
Have you ever missed something so much,
It actually starts to hurt?
I miss the beautiful artwork I would create
on my body, the old ones are still there
But I want to create new ones
I miss painting the lovely color of
Dark red on my light brown skin
I miss the after look,
To see how far i've gone
I see the old ones and admire them
While others see them with such sad eyes
They don't understand
I don't expect them to
If only I can do it again
And again
And again
And again
To never get tired of it
My lovely artwork
My lovely scars
My lovely blades
Oh I miss you so
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