This is another poem I wrote for my peotry class about my tattoo. The Chorus from Wild One by Faith Hill is in it but the rest is all my own original work.

Wild One

 

Under what is seen is the mark of rebellious youth.

Deep and hidden you’ll find its ultimate truth.

 

It’s just ink under the skin.

The truth can only be found within.

 

A crude heart and a rough cross artfully covered by a master.

The fifteen year old never considered that youth would pass her.

 

A rose and a tiny butterfly hide the impulsiveness of fifteen.

The eighteen year old wishes to beautify what is seen.

 

“Wild One” curves underneath the rose so bold.

The double atandre’ is a joke by the twenty year old.

 

She’s a Wild One with an angel’s face.

A woman child in a state of grace.

She was three years old on her daddy’s knee,

He said, “You can be anything you wanna be!”

 

Impulsiveness has not completely passed her by.

She still does things that make her ask why.

 

Her ink serves as constant reminder,

That trouble can always find her.

 

Now at nearly thirty she smiles at her impulsive youth.

But she recognizes that Wild One will always be her truth.