Still

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by kristenroth13

by kristenroth13

How could I ever forget the night we met?

After all these years my mind is still filled with regret

I still think of you when I smoke my cigarette.

I still think of how you thought I was your marionette.

My heart still goes crazy when I see your face

But you still think that we need some space

And I'm still not prepared to tell you

That you marked me just like a tattoo.