A wounded skin.


Your wounded skin,

My pen began

Wrote tales and bled it to end

The treasure was hidden beneath 

Tattooed my name on your heart                 Called out loud  yours.

Every piece of me
Ached for ages along yours

Till we burnt each-other in front others..
                                                               

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