They cover my arms And my legs. They cover my head And back. They're all over My face. They tell the story of Who I was, Of who I am, And who I will be. My tattoos tell my Life story. With every movement of The pen, Comes pain as the needle Goes deeper into me. Slowly though, with time, The pain subsides and I'm left with reminders Of every aspect of my life: The good and bad, The painful experiences, The joy and happiness. There are mistakes Because my life is Not perfect. There are scars Because I fell more Than I've stood up. There are new ones Covering older ones Because over time, I've learned to Live in the now and Forget the past. With every tattoo I get, I'm reminded of What I've done: The mistakes, The right decisions, The failures, And successes. There are more mistakes Than perfect tattoos Because my life isn't Perfect. It's perfectly Imperfect. With every stroke of The pen Comes pain, happiness, Some regret. But I won't Stop getting them Because my tattoos tell My life story. I have so much more To tell because My life isn't over yet.