Such small words that pricked your ego,

And still have not realised to go,

Your unwelcome stabs that wounds my heart,

So oblivious in that dreamy cart,

Its funny how your words still breaks me,

Too much for my unintentional acts were to be,

May it be intentional or not,

I still have no words to be faught,

For your actions are nothing but meaningless bruises,

That parts my soul and passion forever uses...........

*.*.*.*.*

Written to by brother,  who wants my faith in him when he doesn't have any faith in me...