by Unknown
Apr 2011 513 Views 2 comments
Words
Words become a sword
when we cut someone
if they should be cruel
Such become a weapon
when they run you through
piercing the very heart of you.
Sometimes deliberate,
often in haste,
many times unintentional
Still, they cut
for we are
hasty of tongue
Bitter and sweet
both do meet
when people speak
when we cut someone
if they should be cruel
Such become a weapon
when they run you through
piercing the very heart of you.
Sometimes deliberate,
often in haste,
many times unintentional
Still, they cut
for we are
hasty of tongue
Bitter and sweet
both do meet
when people speak
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Posted: Apr 2011
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