Your tongue like a knife carved into me, digging deeper and deeper with every jab. Taking the most important pieces, my heart, my lungs, my mind, holding them for ransom until there was nothing left for me to give, you had my everything.
Your smile, your messages, your voice, your jokes, your cares, Everything, will I remember them all. I may forget your face, but not the memories that I've carved into my soul, Until the time our line crosses again.
its been written its been written in the stars its been written in the scars its been written in the hearts its been written in the souls its been written in the minds its been written in our eyes its been written on our arms its been burned its been carved its been written, and it is permanent
