Memories of your sins
Pressing in my pain
Your ink thrusting down my throat
Silently scraping the blood down my spine.
Like seasons I move along
Forgiving the words you uttered
Yet like bee they sting
While my eyes twinkle when you surface.
Softly spoken phrases like a rose
Changing like the weather. A thorn
Memories flooding.Permanent ink
A Friend or foe
So bitter yet so sweet.
Sick self I am
In need of remedy
A heavy heart
Sacred tears with the hope
That one day fate will show the way
But Forget I shall not…