Tattoos And Scars

We were just two punks falling in and out of love thinking that love; only love can fix us. And I’ll still be wishing to hold your hand. The first day I met him I asked him what his tattoos read. But little did I know what they would mean to me. They were his stories. Some were his scars. Others were girls with angel wings that flew away… But I was the keeper of his cold heart. His soul that needed mending was mine to love. I was the keeper of the keys to his demons. He was just a silly boy sitting on two story balconies laughing and smoking that goddamn cigarette with all his tattoos on his arms back and body. I was just a silly girl who fell in love…. Here’s what I think of your tattoos. I may not like them but now they are a part of you. They’re the scars I want to kiss away on your body.