Black Marker

March 21, 2008
I etched your name across my wrist in a bold black marker,
I trace it in time of need and in times of needing just you
You’re my only prayer and I can’t stop loving you for it
I trace your name along my wrist and wonder what happened to us
The black marker tells a time that I can’t let go of,
a time of me and you a time of carefree, childish love
I stare at the bold black ink of the black marker
And wish for a time where you were still by my side

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