Open wounds weep to reveal,
jagged scars to help two heal.
Time is illogical now, not one promise.
Made to hope? Too deep the fray,
Unraveled EVERYONE'S say.
Say I believe, the cord is connected.
With silence on the line.
Tragedy twists, knives with no blades.
No reason so ugly this scar.
Because its only the handles we hold,
No true cut, only implied.
Pride over just a piece of wood,
it was no dagger.
I see no open wounds, I only see scars.
Pain sought victory, force trauma.
Not of you.
The handles of these knives,
only wood, no threat.
Burn them both, send a signal.
Tis the flame, not the blade,
that scars my heart.
jagged scars to help two heal.
Time is illogical now, not one promise.
Made to hope? Too deep the fray,
Unraveled EVERYONE'S say.
Say I believe, the cord is connected.
With silence on the line.
Tragedy twists, knives with no blades.
No reason so ugly this scar.
Because its only the handles we hold,
No true cut, only implied.
Pride over just a piece of wood,
it was no dagger.
I see no open wounds, I only see scars.
Pain sought victory, force trauma.
Not of you.
The handles of these knives,
only wood, no threat.
Burn them both, send a signal.
Tis the flame, not the blade,
that scars my heart.