Loud
You know what you are
You're like a scar, ugly
You're tongue is sharp
Hurts like a boxers fist
You knock me out so bliss
It's not love though
It's want, so
I want you bad
I need you badder
You want me too
if only to batter
Words hurt.
They leave scars on the soul
So what if you're mute
Your words hurt
Copyright © Iris Gonzal | Year Posted 2013
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