Mar 19, 2008 00:39
oh, the frustration...
why do people make you smile and make you reach a perfect sky right on time to drop you on gravel on a perfect day of spring? waiting makes my heart go crazy with deception.
I tried to forget
but memories are like tattoos
I carry them with me
my body is a diary
it might not show it right away
but it remembers every day
I write on paper not my skin
read my arm like poetry
scars cover memories
they keep them safe, lock them away
I carry them with me
my body is a diary
read me like poetry
my body is a diary