Scarred like Stone

Everytime I see your smile

I can feel your eyes carving lies in my flesh

Chiseling away at my bones

As if your heart is etching lyrics on my eyes,

hieroglyphics in my temple,

but my heart has not yet learned to read,

has not yet mastered the art of interpretation,

For now it only knows pain

and how it reminds me of you.


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