This was my first poem I wrote a few months ago as a counterpoint to someones pessimistic take on life, so I tried to approach the subject from a more positive point of view to try and cheer her up.
Life Tattoes
The tears.
The blood.
The pain.
The ink that stains.
The time to rest.
The time to heal.
The time to mend.
The end.
The work,
the Art.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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