You call them tattoos
the reflections of a life
lived inside out – spinning
the last air bubble of a
man swimming with pockets
full of rocks, the faded photo
of love imagined – lost
I only see scars
You call them tattoos
the reflections of a life
lived inside out – spinning
the last air bubble of a
man swimming with pockets
full of rocks, the faded photo
of love imagined – lost
I only see scars