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.

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Oneirism - Vol. I [EN]
PoetryWhenever I start writing, I enter a different state of mind. Poetry. Enjoy.