A TATTOOED MEMORY

All the moments we made to the places where we find our serendipity was left in the pictures.

All the footsteps we left behind in the tiled floors was marked as our sanctuary.

All the finger tips we touched through our skins was our territory love.

All our hug and kisses we exchanged in the cold night was blown by the wind.

All your sugary words you said to me was filled and stored somewhere in my heart.

All the pain and regrets we had experienced before was left in our scars.

All of them were just a tattooed memory.