Beneath the surface, whispers of ink,
A tapestry of tales, where memories sink.
Colors bleed through veins, stories unfold,
In skin’s quiet embrace, secrets untold.

Lines trace the journey, paths long and wide,
Symbols of love, pain, and dreams abide.
Through needle’s dance, the soul finds its voice,
In each stroke and shade, we make our choice.

Time weaves its magic, in patterns bold,
In the canvas of life, mysteries unfold.
Echoes of laughter, shadows of tears,
A living gallery of our fleeting years.

In the art of ink, we find our release,
A story eternal, a moment of peace.
Skin becomes legend, a testament true,
In tattoos we wear, the essence of you.