my poems

tattoos

i wonder if the words we spoke were written upon our hands, throughout our bodies, running from your fingers to the bottoms of your feet, maybe we would think before we speak. and if every hand you lay on someone would leave a permanent, dark finger print screaming your name, if you would be careful in the way you touch someone you love. what if every thought you conceived was plastered above your head like a poster board filled with your secrets, then we would keep our brain and our hearts more pure. or every lie you told became known to the entire world, you would always tell the truth. if all these things became permanent, not in just the minds of those we encounter, but for everyone to see, then maybe we'd care a little more and sin a little less. leave tattoos across every stranger and print your words on your best friend's arms, because they remember.