It wasn't committed by knife, or battle axe, or saw
Yet the softest words cut the deepest and left it bleeding raw

It wasn't committed by pistol, or shotgun, or even a rifle
Yet bullets are often shaped like the sweetest words you can stifle

It wasn't committed with poison, and chemicals, and bleach
Yet it's the simplest words that taste like the worst kind of speech

It wasn't committed by natures course, or time, or heavens plan
No, this ****** was committed on my heart by a **lying man

trapped within the
notes
of my favorite songs,
your memory lingers -
waiting patiently to be
released,
and to be relived..
if only for a
moment.