The scars you left along her soul
Seem invisible to you..
The bleeding screams
You never heard ..
Never saw..
The irony of it all,
How she’s able to Let you go
And only then
You decide to walk back
Into her Bruised world..
Only when Wounds
are starting to heal
you’re Trap is set
Once again
She’ll Fall
She has for seen
This pain
Dying like a Rose
She’ll fall Back into you..
She’ll Fall..
To find once again
The sweet Irony
Of having You as a part
Of her Damaged life..