His words tattooed on my wrists
This dream circled in my head
Bones in ink marked his fists
A single red rose upon the bed
All that's left is an opened book
I turn to close the door
I read the page as I look
At the broken mirror on the floor
The blood drips down my back
Letters trapped beneath the surface
The words are lost and I can't remember
Fading further into whatever it once was
They disappear from my skin before I look back
The taste of Everlast was all it took to change the way she saw life
FOREVER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem