Our memories I tattoo
Going against the taboo
As a show of evidence
That my love isn't deficient

In my memories I overlook,
The times I felt misunderstood.
All pain I might have undertook,
Has ended in a Waterloo

It was a source of joy
Treasuring it as a toy
Having you in my mind
Was all I mind

As times fly
Our pleasure fly
Memories turn scars
And my joy turn hell

I am entrapped in this scars
Well trapped in my heart
Causing cease to my heart
Breathlessly I endure

Surgeons can't pull you out
It's my battle.
I must wash you out
Even if I kick out.


© Frontline_Ink