Erasable

June 3, 2014

Paint me

I’m your muse

Sketch each line

Erase the mistakes

My body is yours

You control the curves

The marks that ink my skin

The bruises unseen

The scars that lay embedded to my bones

My mind is yours

Manipulate it to your full pleasure

Erase my dreams

Destroy my faith

Take everything

Paint me

I’m your muse

Each line is shaky

But those mistakes are erasable

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I'll_never_get_sleepJun 3, 2014

<p>I hope you enjoy reading my poem, because I don't know if you'll even be able to find it since it doesn't have any tags or etc. Enjoy :D</p>