Reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
Some of the colors permanent,
Engraved on this temple.
Stories, memories, bonds,
Treasures, happiness, and sorrows.
Just more to accompany
The eternal collection on the canvas.
Draw the lines, fill them in.
Don’t mind the tears, the blood,
The tension, and pain.
It will be worth it in the end,
When this infinite masterpiece is done.
Some will question the story,
Others will admire the similar refractions,
Is it worth the pain? Of course it is.
It is the passion of the artist and the canvas.
The beauty is more than skin deep.
With passion, commitment, and addiction.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
Reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
Some of the colors permanent,
Engraved on this temple.
Stories, memories, bonds,
Treasures, happiness, and sorrows.
Just more to accompany
The eternal collection on the canvas.
Draw the lines, fill them in.
Don’t mind the tears, the blood,
The tension, and pain.
It will be worth it in the end,
When this infinite masterpiece is done.
Some will question the story,
Others will admire the similar refractions,
Is it worth the pain? Of course it is.
It is the passion of the artist and the canvas.
The beauty is more than skin deep.
With passion, commitment, and addiction.
This is a poem about my love of tattoos, please enjoy.