Inked

Both committed to the ink it’s true,

Nothing beats being a canvas with you.

Some blue 

Seeps through.

If I only just knew,

How much the tattoo meant to you!

With all the blood it drew!

You stopped and laughed, “it’s all the same to me!”

As we walked with our hearts on your sleeve.

Our regrets sealed in our skin.

Whispering closely of the “sins”.

Bleeding your ink onto me,

So I can love you permanently.