My Ink has become the map of my life,
There’s stories forever etched on my skin.
My childhood memories,
fondness and folly.
Where flowers sprout from my veins.
A quote here,
Tales of the person I am and was.
The places I’ve been,
Things I’ve seen.
Loved and Lost,
all at a cost.
A reminder to never give in,
that life is always worth living.
Deep in my bones these words sink in.
My skin a canvas.
My body is my world,
So I take these blank walls and I make them my own.
Potions and magic all around,
For I am a knight,
Oh brave and noble.
Magic is true, Magic is might,
You fly so high, as if you’re a kite.
Oh I love my Ink.
A picture book for the whole world to see.
There’s both light and dark,
I find the in-between,
The colours so bright.
My Ink is an Ode,
To the animals and earth that I love,
for one day the earth is what I’ll become.
And my world seeping out through my skin,
For all to see.