TatooedA Poem by NightDreamjust musing after someone commented on my paint
The needle finds its mark
Bringing forth what is in my heart
Some may frown and say I’m damned
But they don’t know, don’t comprehend
To them the body is a temple bare
But for their word I have no care
Because my temple is my own
Painted bright and multi-tone
What I choose I choose to be
Each mark mine, now part of me.
© 2008 NightDream |
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1 Review Added on July 20, 2008 AuthorNightDreamGrafton, WVAboutI dabble in Paranormal romance writing and am a freak when it comes to reading (I can put down two novels a night if I like what I am reading.) As a profession I am a Teacher (obviously not an Englis.. more..Writing
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