It's neither you nor your words that hurt,it's your inexistence that has made inert,it's not your presence in other's life that kills,what hurts is my absence in'your defined world and dreams of hills',it's not when you thought of others that made my hopes scatter,instead it was my inexistence in those that made me shatter,your existence in others life doesn't kill,it's your forceful inexistence in my life that has stamped my heart as 'still'
