You left marks...
On me and my skin,
Are they through love?
The boarder is too thin...
You bruised my personality,
And the effect shines on through.
These purple patches on my skin...
They're all caused by you.
But you suddenly leave,
And no repairs can be made...
Bruises shine on bruised...
No penance can be paid.
So purple I still am,
And because of it, I push people away.
I'm not sure I can repair,
And live for a happier day.
©Odd 15/03/13
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