It's not a word I want to describe,
It's a sentence to live by,
Those words which were spoken,
aren't words but knives,
knives which leave the deepest scars behind,
scars which bleed and kill you from inside,
what breaks, what gets lost ,what gets separated and gets together again, that is what time is,
you're the words which were left behind,
you're the words which were forgotten,
you're the words which kills me inside,
you're the words which are now behind,
It's about the moments which are left behind,
not about the scars that are still inside,
it's about the time I should realize,
that those words were really knives.
-Khushi yeasmin
©lilibeth
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