Tattoo, to mark ones skin for life
Hearts, daggers, flowers or maybe a name
Tattooing for life is my game
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Your breath on my neck
Your pulse in my heart
I see the smile on your face
I dream our hearts will never part
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There is this little booster,
When we feel we're at half mast,
Its been around forever,
an eternity, a past
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All we want
Is everyone's right
To live in our homes
Without the need to fight
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I think of this man in the light and the dark.
This man who's quiet and large of heart.
This man in need of piece of mind.
This man who's so gentle and kind.
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I am a tattoo artist. I am a mother or four, two i inherited when i got married, Julie and Heather who are now beautiful young ladies. I have two who are still at home, my only son Kai and my beautiful little lady, Misty. I have only just started to write peotry, so please tell me what you think.)
My Son
Kai, my sensitive son.
An old soul.
So much to teach.
My son
Intelligent, quick witted,
cheeky too.
At times I will dispare,
what to do.
My son.
My son.
Whom makes my heart burst with joy.
My son, my only boy.
Inquisitive looks,
lust for life.
My son.
This little man of mine,
could not be more precious
were he made of gold.
My son
I steal into his room at night,
to watch him sleep.
Lent to me by god.
Mine for a while to keep.
My son.
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