Last Word
YOU STARTED THIS WORD WAR LAST NIGHT,
THROWING YOUR WORDS LEFT AND RIGHT,
LITERING THE ROOM, I GRABED ME A BROOM
AND SWEEPT ALL THE WORDS OUT OF SIGHT.
IF YOU WANT TO THROW WORDS AT ME,
REMEMBER THAT CERTAIN WORDS STING.
IF YOU BE INCLINDED, TO GIVE ME A PIECE OF YOUR MIND,
REMEMBER, SILENCE IS GOLDEN AND FREE.
Copyright © Sharon Mason | Year Posted 2014
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