I am nothing more than a tattoo inside your skin,
A memoir of an oppressed pain running through the veins
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In my most of the time
I saw you polite
Subtle and divine
But that's the half truth
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You live in me, as why I am alive.
this noise of city is only coherent with my thoughts.
I run amok; untended: abashed, crest fallen.
The fleeting vision; bleak hope, all that gone.
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Give your heart a break
And you will see
A teenage dream in me
A teenage love in me
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When I needed to be saved
You just happened to me
A beautiful intervention
With all your perfect imperfections
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Composed plots,
Fabled stories:
Never thought
A heart that beats behind.
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