In the quiet hum of a needle’s song,
Stories etch themselves on skin, lifelong.
Memories in colors, bold and bright,
A tapestry woven, pure delight.

Each line drawn, a tale unfurled,
Of love, of loss, a secret world.
A canvas of flesh, where dreams reside,
In ink and art, we confide.

Symbols of courage, marks of pain,
A spectrum of emotions, in every vein.
Underneath the surface, deep within,
Lie the truths, the scars, the sins.

With every stroke, a moment sealed,
A heart’s whisper, a soul revealed.
In tattoos, we find our place,
A permanent mark, our own embrace.