Inside Out ~ A Duet

What is it inside of you that makes these letters true?

Is it made of colors or pieces of life’s broken hopes?

Maybe elemental, and invisible to all but closed eyes

This ink is composed of silken webs of truth and lies

Dripped from lovers��� lips, desperate attempts to seduce

Whispers that arouse naked flesh and raw internal scars

Shall I hide away my desire to run through unabashed?

Drown in the ink of your sorrow until my will dissolves?

Or trace the webs back to your heart and burn them all?

Hidden...