Your skin is not a paper, don't cut it. Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it. Your size isn't a book, don't judge it.

Darling, this feeling of missing you, is piercing through my skin and crawling down the veins, to run as an ache within.

Missing you in my skin today. The heart gave up long ago.

Trapped in your skin. The only way out leads to your heart.

Hate those people that can get under your skin like no other. They say one word & your mood instantly drops.

Sweetheart, let’s stop here and gaze at what we have. What we’ve created with all our time and emotions, that we invested in each other. And then feel its loveliness, in our skin and to our very bones.

When we keep repeating our woes, even to ourselves, we let them vibrate through our skin n bones. We feel trapped for our thoughts bind us.