Tattooed
Pain, to pride.
a peice of my soul,
gaze inside or judge from the outside,
wear my mind on my skin, conversations begin,
strangers become friends,
inquire and pretend,
to comprehend.
Understand and relate,
rapport is made,
respect is paid.
I yearn for the sting,
the ink to set in,
my leg, or arm, the canvas, that is warm,
so much satisfaction,
from bodily harm
a peice of my soul,
gaze inside or judge from the outside,
wear my mind on my skin, conversations begin,
strangers become friends,
inquire and pretend,
to comprehend.
Understand and relate,
rapport is made,
respect is paid.
I yearn for the sting,
the ink to set in,
my leg, or arm, the canvas, that is warm,
so much satisfaction,
from bodily harm
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