Words

Said five words

Left behind infinite scars.

Was saying them so necessary?

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours

Time moves on

Nothing but regret and a lesson so sour.

 

When the blood starts to boil

It is then when the best of the relations we spoil

Words turn into hurt, hurt into hate

It is then when the relations we spent so long to grow

Do we cut out of their roots in one go

And nothing remains the same

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  1. Beautiful Mohita. 😊

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