Etchings Of Lost Hours

I must have been Written in pencil Somewhere on your surface The depths of you Reserved for someone else I lift and flake And then I’m gone With one quick breath Soft and bruised I linger Soft and bruised And you are there For all the world to see My shell translucent And you are there For all the world to see And you are there for all the world The depths of you are now carved Carving in my bones The depths of you are now carved in my bones On my surface. And you are there For all the world to see Carving in my bones The depths of you are lost