Forget it...

Forget it...

The fatal words that fall from the lips of a liar,

only to repeat the offence 

and rip passed their defenses

It hurts because hurt is a double sided sword

It bleeds with blood and ink

The blood from your arms 

and the ink from your skin

They all flow together 

no distance between 

The tears that you cry 

will tell me good bye

if only it was me and not you... 

The End

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