A heart.
So strong and capable of love yet fragile, breakable, showing us that we are humans and can hurt.
That's my first tattoo. The one I was born with. My own personal brand that I can choose to bestow upon my loved one when the time is right.
Below my left rib cage.
Invisible to the naked eye yet always there burning under my clothes and at my skin reminding me of what a precious organ the heart truly is.
Maybe it was a warning to not give it away so easily.
I should have listened.
YOU ARE READING
inked on her skin
RomanceJust trying an idea out that I saw as a writing prompt. Not sure who it was credit of. Attempting to get back into writing. Enjoy this probably will suck lol. Synopsis= Anyone you fall in love with, you them have their tattoo appear on your skin ra...
