Upon the canvas of tender skin, The needle dances, begins the tale, A whisper of ink, a silent hymn, In…
Upon the canvas of my skin, tales unfold, In lines and curves, stories silently told. Each mark a chapter, each…
Lines and curves upon the skin, A tapestry of ink and dreams, Each mark a tale, a life within, Where…
In the quiet fold of paper’s grace, Stories lie in delicate embrace. Pages whisper secrets untold, In every crease, a…
Upon the canvas of my skin, A tale unfolds in vibrant hue, Stories of whispers in the wind, And dreams…
Beneath the surface, whispers of ink, A tapestry of tales, where memories sink. Colors bleed through veins, stories unfold, In…
In the quiet whisper of a gentle glide, The pen dances on a canvas wide. Ink spills tales of dreams…
On skin so pale, the ink does lay, A tale of times, of night and day. Each line, each curve,…
In the silence of the night, paper whispers, Tales of dreams, of hopes, and of fears, Each line a journey,…
A vessel of ink, a silent scribe, It etches thoughts across the page, From dreams that soar to fears that…