This tattoo,
The one I bear on my wrist
Brings forth the memory
Of our last encounter
Before the Lord took your kind soul
Three simple flowers
A two word phrase
Unimportant at the time
Now something that means the world to me
A tradition I created at a young age
Picking those delicate little Johnny Jump-Ups
A small bouquet
Just for you
Those memories are forever with me
Imbedded in my skin
Just like you forever remain in my heart
Love you
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
This tattoo,
The one I bear on my wrist
Brings forth the memory
Of our last encounter
Before the Lord took your kind soul
Three simple flowers
A two word phrase
Unimportant at the time
Now something that means the world to me
A tradition I created at a young age
Picking those delicate little Johnny Jump-Ups
A small bouquet
Just for you
Those memories are forever with me
Imbedded in my skin
Just like you forever remain in my heart
Love you
