Inked and Etched
Sometimes I think of getting a tattoo,
But wonder what it would say of you,
Where I would have you inked on me,
Will I wish it away like a love, untrue.
Will I have you on my back,
Carrying you like these burdens of mine.
Or should I ink you on these forearms,
And think of you more often, all the time.
Will I get you on my neck or shoulders,
So the world will know but not see.
Or do I ink you up on my ribs,
Where close to my heart you will always be...
But you see they are only skin deep, tattoos,
Etched in my being, the things few are all you.