(Title: It’s for her…)

(Title: It’s for her…) 

I thought, “Take a leap, it will erase with time” but at the moment as it won’t matter anymore or it cannot interfere anymore but the wound is  hurting.. 

I know time cannot be reversed and that’s the best for me coz I cannot go back but why the tickling sound feels like a dejabu of the past? 

I wonder if it is only about me but why I am still feeling controlled? I wonder if it is just within me but why I am having a reflection of someone else in the mirror?? 

I know I should feel okay, in fact, should cherish the moment  but I cannot feel happy anymore with the ruthless pain  but for my way forward, you deserve to be informed to know how vulnerable you are? 

You are so vivid but I am not clear whose shadow is it? Yours or it’s inside me? 

I just know one thing  it’s so heavy that I am not growing.. 

The anger you showed, hadn’t I deserved to know more??  Or my utter has vanished within my chord that  is still left to be spoken? 

I had counted every second left to be at this moment but I never knew it would be again corrupted.. 

Is this true, what I am feeling should be the melody but that whispers are still echoing? 

But what was it about? I thought for me you were a thread that could help me to wear the clothes of brave? 

But the whisper again, did I left to tune that myself? Or it’s you who stopped in the fear it can be the song again? 

But, you forgot  that  I can write the lyrics with those left utters, with those left tune of whispers, and will make my own melody that can be heard forever.

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