Tattoos
At first they're painful, but then they get sore
At first they're exciting, but soon start to bore
Yet people still stick them on their skin
Only rarely regretting their sin
And that can make anyone wonder
If one can accept such a permanent blunder
Why is it so hard to act on a feeling
That one must take a lot of effort at concealing
Why is it so hard to do something the first time
One hears someone's laughter that sounds more like a chime
And why is it so easy to put something on one's skin forever
But yet say to one we love "never"
Never shall you go through the pain
Of Cupid's dreadful aim
Never shall you suffer the wound
Of only being part of someone's background
Like the tattoo sticking faithfully where it was first put
Wherever it was from the top of one's head to the bottom of one's foot
But then it turns into routine
Like getting addicted to caffeine
The tattoo becomes part of one's body
Just as anybody
Can become a habit and not a friend
That will stick like a tattoo to the very end
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