Ink
Ink.
So permanent,
When put to paper.
So easily removed,
When traced onto skin.
But when instead,
Laced with flesh,
Transforms,
Into a scar of sorts,
Branding the owner.
So trace what you will,
But lace our hands.
Scar my heart.
Brand me as yours.
So permanent,
When put to paper.
So easily removed,
When traced onto skin.
But when instead,
Laced with flesh,
Transforms,
Into a scar of sorts,
Branding the owner.
So trace what you will,
But lace our hands.
Scar my heart.
Brand me as yours.