MarkedA Poem by karina y
Where do you go,
when she leaves you out. Out in the cold with nothing but the frozen bark on ice cold trees. Ready, she's giving you time to think. Waiting. She's waiting for you to show her what you really mean. There are dark holes upon your face. Her fingers cold against your skin, marking you again.. You are hers. K.Y
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Added on February 18, 2015 Last Updated on February 18, 2015 Author
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