Dark ink pinching my skin
Hugging the curves
Embracing the pores
I am who I am
In my nature I'm artsy
Not just when I'm tipsy
Twisted lines
And tangled details
Sometimes just for fun
And sometimes speaking a story
Of the once upon a time
Of this particular date
I don't want to forget
Or this one person's name
That means much to my heart
I wanted it engraved
On my own body
With no such thing called shame
Of making what i want to be memorable
Scripted on my own being
Carried with me everywhere
Maybe some words of encouragement
In this sea of disappointment
That we call our lives
Sending whispers of hope
Up all the way through my veins
In my darkest of hours
When I slightly start to lose the faith
So that whenever I catch a glimpse
Of this piece of art on my skin
I remember what is true
And the person I should be
The one I so want desperately
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The inner voice
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
