Three words to make you slip,
You’ll think of a bond with grip.
A Blind heart beating at peak,
Spellbound of what they speak.
Trapping soul beneath the wall,
Some memories will be recalled.
And making you drown in heed,
Now sorrow is what you’ll bleed.
Everything started to get clear,
Those lies pierced like spear.
Trying to fix after being broke,
muting those screams of hope.
All of this is what you’ll think,
wet eyes now denies to blink.
So don’t store on what they say,
It’s all just words play....