Seems I do love each tattoo,
making each lie forever true.
While I begin now, once again,
let paper be kissed by my pen.
Crafting all these clever designs,
penned out in unparalleled lines,
that only then dare to intersect
here, at loneliness and introspect.
As I feel the quip of this quill,
once more, do what it will,
leave a bold, bloodied trace —
leads me to all I now must face.
Each one, a true signed confession,
becomes my dearest possession,
in a world where nothing will last,
fading into this erosion of my past.
Leaving these words left to say —
the final lines in an impassioned play,
meant to be read in soft soliloquy,
heard by no one but me.
To have them not heard is a crime. Enjoyed this.:)
Tremendous work.
So beautifully written, eloquently moving. Let me stain your skin.
Powerfully penned, LDF. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Favorite line: : “let paper be kissed by my pen…” exquisite as always! I really enjoy reading your work. Bravo 👏
How beautiful. 🪷🌿