Tattoo
Tattoo
If love could be written in ink,
yours would be the only story on my skin
not fading, not leaving, but deep within
Like ink that time can never erase.
You're the mark my soul has chosen,
a flame that keeps my spirit open.
Through every scar, through every fight,
you are my dawn, my saving light
You're not just a chapter, you are the
book,
the name I whisper,
when no one looks.
The warmth in my chest, the truth in my
eyes,
the reason the moon still
hangs in the skies.
Youre the mark i cherish, the art i adore,
not just a season, but so much more.
My promise, my prayer, my endless truth
I'll grow, I'll change, for the love of you.
I shattered the glass that held your trust,
left diamonds of love to gather dust.
But I'll be the thread to stitch us whole,
a lasting bond of heart and soul.
I'd ink my change with colors new,
rewrite the patterns I once drew.
A cover-up for the scars I've made,
a brighter design where the shadows fade.
Your love's the art I wont disguise
Not a single line would I replace,
a sacred mark I'll always hold.
Your love is the art I won't disguise
No cover, No mask, no other name,
only your touch fuels my flame.
Fresh ink burns, but beauty remains,
Healing takes time, the skin feels sore,
but what comes after is worth far more.
I'll wait for the wounds to close and fade,
So our love can live, etched deeper than
skin
And when you are ready, whole and new,
I'll stand here waiting, only for you.
So stay with me forever, like a tattoo on
my body,
etched in my veins, my one true story.
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