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593 · Nov 2015
My Tats and Me.
Miss V Nov 2015
People ask constantly,
What's with my tats and me?
I'll  tell you my dear,
Just ask politely.
It's quite a story,
If you ask me.
I had an epiphany,
If you wouldn't believe.
One of ink,
That would stay with me.

I've always been asked,
What's this?
And what's that?
I'd always reply,
Well...
That's **** on my back.
Always a hoot,
Always a laugh.
But not really in fact.
Not to me at the least.
These were my dreams.

Please let me explain,
My years of pain.
Literally...
but just to me.
Let me explain,
Of where it all came.

It started with a star,
Contorted a tad,
But still rad.
A sunflower of course,
Not one of any sort.
With rays of peace,
It continues to speak,
To the moon below,
With its yin yang glow.
It glistens over
The waterfalls flow,
With a lotus exactly below.

A starry night
Within its sight
As my north star
Shining bright.
Always the world to me,
Always my light.
Always the one that
Stood by my side.

My north star is looked over
By my armored knight.
She sees all that is right.
Which is why she shines,
As she reaches for her bail,
In the night.

Above you will find but a tree,
A tree disconnected from its feet.
Amongst, you will find a bird,
You see...
One that lingers,
Yet wants to be free.
One that dreams,
Sweet dreams you see,
Of strawberries and a world to be,
Of beauties and things
Like orchids you see.
Of sunrise and sunset,
Of days yet to be.

As a red summer sets,
The glare of the clouds,
Oh how they look
As the sun goes down.
Time is but lost,
As it ticks and howls,
Time is but lost,
In my small town.

As my Veronica flowers
Soon fall to the ground.
I leave you with this one request,
Be peaceful...
For me, please.
I'll ask you again,
I beg of thee.

— The End —