Never bought me
Flowers so
I inked them
On my skin
A poppy full
Of red blood cries
A deep dark line
Of dreams
On shoulder blade
Some lilies try
To greatly
And darkly
Scream
Too large a span
Of life skin take
For bloom,
They never will
A bold blue dark
Aged butterfly
Some time ago
They covered,
Still
Those flowers come
These flowers go
And spilled ink,
Flowers,
Stream
A new dark tat
One day will feed
My flower dream,
And some
More blooming
Wants
So on my skin,
With ink,
A flower,
Spilled
Them flowers smile
Them flowers stream
Them flowers come,
I ink
And no more flowers
Wither
Will
For they are to
Bloom,
Tat
Dream
Excruciatingly good!
Thanks. will take that as a tat compliment, hope it was not an excruciating read.. 🙂
And happy you liked it. Thanks for the feedback
Fantastic VB!
Thank you so much ST 🙂 Happy you like it