your skin
Your skin
It shines in the sun
And reflects your beauty
Your skin,
When I touch it,
It sends chills up my spine
Your skin,
That black and white complexion
Your white smooth skin
Interrupted by your black patches,
Your smooth stitchwork,
Your jagged seams.
Your skin,
Takes the abuse
And gets dirty
Yet you are most beautiful when you look worn out
Your skin,
Is constantly hit,
It gets kicked around by people that barely know you,
And by people that show you love everyday
Your skin,
Is the sight of beauty in my eyes.
Those patches and the wear and tears make you known to the world
You r skin,
It's the reason that people know you,
They can sport you from miles away
Because of that skin of yours
That leathery skin,
That smooth worn out skin,
That skin that separates you from others,
That skin that is only comforting to soccer players
Your skin is my skin because I bleed for you
Your skin is my favorite part about you
Your round body, and those black and white patches
Your beautiful skin
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