The sky isn't always blue

Burnt marks

I thought it was a fire that we had

When we talked, when we touched

I was lost in the smoke of it

since we had that intimacy

Now when I see though

I find the house burned down

and my body covered in burnt marks

So, the next time you come home

all I could give you are some leftover scars

that could never be erased from my body and my soul