A mark that touches your skin and fails to leave.A mark that touches your heart and fails to find its way outA signed pact to never let you goOne that you stare at taking your bubble bathTrying hard to remove, but still fail to let go of the pastWe are who we are..

We work hard to succeed in the future, but the past always kicks in to remind us who we are.Now that the past has decided to fit in on your beautiful skin.That soft skin that smells of a mixture of milk and caramel.Caramel is my favorite of them all.

All those touches that dare to get on my skin, and never want to let go

You want to see my past, count the marks on my skin and on my heart.

My mark might look similar to yours but has its own extra touch.My way of changing it into beauty spot so no one can ever see what I have seen!

I seem to never forget my past, and always remember that I have a mark that confirms it allReminds me that I am human.