It's going to hurt. <br />Just some, not much. <br />Tap tap tap, needles reap. <br />Hold on tight, it's just skin deep. <br />Hues of blues, pinks, and reds. <br />Just enough to turn a head. <br />It will become a part of me, <br />To see my vision is the key. <br />This one is special, yes indeed. <br />Ideas swirl, so follow my lead. <br />Coverup my tired mess. <br />Fade the past, imprint the bliss. <br />Bloody, yes, I must confess. <br />Sit here calm and motionless. <br />The artist will create the piece, <br />a lifelong beauty, a visual feast. <br />It will sting, and peel, and heal. <br />Convince myself, I'm made of steel. <br />See it now for years to come, <br />I savored life, yes, it was fun. <br />It hurt, it healed, for me not you. <br />And yes! I love my new tattoo.<br /><br />Sandra Regan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-new-tattoo/
