Stones

Your words are like stones Whether skipped or thrown Destination unknown They fly alone Bruising and breaking deeper than bones Yet pain from these stones will never be shown. Whether near or far She'll faithfully wait Till the unknown date When those stones are kind and lost of hate You make mistakes Yes she can relate But what if the pain becomes to great Whe the kindness comes too late Such small pieces of her heart whats left to make She gave to much Now there's none to take Just one everlasting ache That your stones did create They say you can never retake A women's heart once it breaks So next time withhold the quake Your stones with take And keep this lesson As a dear keepsake. Kalee Lynn