She wasn't a lesson, she was a tattoo that in the picture as I stared at it debating whether I should choose it or not, it seem to be utterly beautiful.
I choose it and it turned out to be the most painful heart disordering tattoo I had ever chosen.
I had no idea the pain that beauty would cost me, and it's sad how in the end it just lost me'
yet here I am marked up for life not even a scar it's a tattoo that I can cover up and angrily deicide not too. I can't cover up what once made me happy, it'll be like burying the one that once had me.
I can't do that even if people taught me. She wasn't a lesson, she was a tattoo' a tattoo that is tatted on me forever if even at a point she made me feel tender, I don't think I'll ever surrender. She's the tattoo that caused me pain but I would never trade, she's my painful tattoo, she's the tattoo of the year that till this day I am still amazed.
F.Leonardo
