Tattoos

He asked, why are tattoos so hard to draw?
Because it will stay in your skin forever, said I

Just like how you managed to walk for the first time,
Or the moment you first loved the rain
Or the songs that played in your mama's disc player when you're still a kid
Or the nostalgic midnights you've given up sleep just to finish that one book, cover to cover

These were tattooed in our minds
Memories that will be kept in our synapses
Til we grow old, have dementia and lost our own thought

Those were tattooed in our minds
And there are some that stays in our heart.

Just like the second time you love so hard you can't even keep your eyes shut for a minute
Like the feeling of pure love you've never thought existed
When he told you you're the brightest among all Suns
Then kissed your lips and tuck you in his arms
in that one cold night in the ninth of November line

Those tattoos were not drawn by ink
But by fate
Tattoos that will stay in years to come
For it is not drawn by henna
But by time

Tattoos that will make me cry because art is pain
And so am I

And these tattoos will never fade
For it's not written by ink nor by henna dye
But of love that's hard to find.