Ink and Regret

Faded lines on my skin tell tales of the bold,

a moment once cherished, now feeling so cold.

Underneath laughter at friends gathered near,

a story etched deep, both joy and the fear.

I loved it once fiercely, a mark of the youth,

but time blurs the edges—revealing the truth.

In each shaded corner, a conflict remains,

a canvas of choices, of love and of pains.