Permanently on my skin,
to be seen by the present and the future
to tell a story
to tell of a tragedy
to tell of a lost love
to tell of a mistake.
Beautiful yet...
wrinkled with time.
A reminder of youth
A reminder of something better
A better time
A better life
Maybe a worse time.
Permanent.
Etched into my skin
telling everyone my story.
Athena
YOU ARE READING
A String Of Words
PoesíaPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
