Tattoo:

by Scott Cole   Jul 23, 2015


Your so under my skin
You get on my nerves,
As pretty as a picture
Worth a thousand words.

Find that perfect spot
Put my silhouette there,
Cause my only purpose
Is to look at and stare.

So ink me right up
And add color through,
Whatever I turn out to be
Well that's all up to you.

Till time takes its toll
Or I go under the laser,
I'll stick right by your side
Unless your a hell raiser.

As the years slowly go by
And the body will change,
That also includes the skin
Where I've been known to hang.

My looks may change so
From what I use to be,
And what that I am now
Is not what you now see.

So pick and choose wisely
And remember in years,
Don't do something stupid
That one day will bring tears.

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