|Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll|
The marks laid on the bright surface,
They were always meant to be there.
Your fingers were consistent,
The way your hands slowly moved.
I peered through the keyhole,
Only to be instantly surprised.
You looked at my directions,
You marked your skin with the ink,
They were scars of your lost hopes;
Your faith slowly seeped into pores.
It stung you; I saw your pain.
All those lost dreams, now you end.
Your pores slowly absorbed,
What you once thought was promised.