I will take this fine point, sharpie
Permanent black marker
And write a message on your arm
I want this marker to be permanent
So that every time you look down
You will always have a reminder
Of me and what I feel you need and want to know
The marker is black
So that what I write is clear
And bold
So that even the color blind can see
And understand
It is fine point
So that there is no smearing of
What I write
So hold still for me
And just look up at the night sky
I know about your past
And your present situation
I heard the song you wanted me to listen to
I heard the chorus and how the girl said
She is slowly falling apart and wants to trade her life
You might think it is easy being her....but just stand still, look pretty
Beautiful people do not fall apart
Even with imperfections
The flaws only make them more beautiful
Do not giggle if this tickle
I want what I write to be perfect
Liebe ( German)
Amo (Spanish)
Amour (French)
Amoure (Italian)
LOVE (English)
Cold, wet, and smooth tip
Is what it feels like
To have love written on your arm
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