Do not fret about my skin
I love the wrapping that I'm in.
I will not ink a single cell
Pictures branded; words to tell.
I cherish long each pore in pink
God's color scheme is perfect I think.
I also do not pierce or pin
The holes I want, are already in.
I keep my choices rather simple
Celebrate each curve and dimple.
I bathe in organic oils and gels,
I love the bubbles and their smells.
For me art is for the wall
Some pictures big, others small.
So quickly I tire of the mundane things
Like phrases, names and angel wings.
When I look back upon the years
Through picture albums with my peers
I realize how much I've changed
My hair and fashion seem deranged.
So my Valentine of space,
I will not ink any mistakes
My slate remains original to me,
And yes, I promise I am a SHE!
xox
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Do not fret about my skin I love the wrapping that I'm in. I will not ink a single cell Pictures branded; words to tell. I cherish long each pore in pink God's color scheme is perfect I think. I also do not pierce or pin The holes I want, are already in. I keep my choices rather simple Celebrate each curve and dimple. I bathe in organic oils and gels, I love the bubbles and their smells. For me art is for the wall Some pictures big, others small. So quickly I tire of the mundane things Like phrases, names and angel wings. When I look back upon the years Through picture albums with my peers I realize how much I've changed My hair and fashion seem deranged. So my Valentine of space, I will not ink any mistakes My slate remains original to me, And yes, I promise I am a SHE! xox