PROOF

The knife flashes,
In the light,
No scar appears,
Where is proof?

Proof of what?
The questions asked,
There is no proof,
As there is no scar.

A knife dives,
Into your wrist,
No scar appears,
You have no proof.

Give it a chance,
The knife will go,
No scar remains,
Where is proof?

You are hit,
By the knife,
There is no scar,
So where is proof?

Love is this knife,
It tries to kill,
It leaves no scar,
No proof again.

If the knife,
Would leave a scar,
We would not forget,
Yet there is no proof.

We leave alone,
Things that hurt us,
If there’s no scar,
No proof remains.

Love leaves no scars,
Although it stings,
There is no proof,
Of the pain caused.

The knife strikes,
Penetrates the skin,
Yet there is no proof,
No scar remains.

We need scars,
To have proof,
The knife is love,
It leaves no scars.

No proof at all,
We don’t believe,
If there are no scars,
It will happen again

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