The Scars

The ladies ask me,do you have tattoos? my answer is yes I do,one covering my entire front the other covering my entire back.when I say that they at my clothed body trying to visualise what image I could possibly have. truth of the matter is I have no tattoos at all I lie to the ladies, I mean how would they know unless my shirt were off and what are the chances of that what I do have are scars cut deep into me,scars that travel scars that roam scars that enter into rooms that make people quiet scars that make you stare. Scars you will never see there’s nothing to take off to show you my scars there hidden by my smile or a gentle kiss upon you’re lips