Unsaid Thoughts

Ink's in the skin, that's how it begins Carved like the most perfect art, where memories spin. The design that i could vividly remember In one of December's coldest days, when love was surrender. Opportunities weren't always given, it's true. Sometimes you'll face denial, and it's hard to get through. Risks weren't always taken, with hearts full of fear. Sometimes we'll end up broken and tears will appear. Plans won't always follow the course we'd design. Instances will come when we're not favored in line. Acceptance is the key to letting go of the past, To move forward to something new and make it truly last.