Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins
The words written across my breast
Like the one under my chest
Are the ones that mean the most
The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
Revealing my deepest secrets
Dark as a black sea
My body
My own canvas
A personal way
To process
An Art
Like mine
So raw
Like fresh scars
As deep
As the pain in my chest
Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins
The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
So sad
Like a Willow tree
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins
The words written across my breast
Like the one under my chest
Are the ones that mean the most
The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
Revealing my deepest secrets
Dark as a black sea
My body
My own canvas
A personal way
To process
An Art
Like mine
So raw
Like fresh scars
As deep
As the pain in my chest
Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins
The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
So sad
Like a Willow tree
