The words

The words 1. If my words were sand, they will drag me from my feet and sink me into the eternal abyss. If my words were concrete, they will cement me facing the mirror of my bad deeds I've written to forget. If my words were as fickle as air, it will strip me of its loyalty and leave me buried six feet under, to say the least. If my words were candor, I will be stoned to death for every truth I left bare, forgotten, and neglected. 2. If our words were fire, it will burn us from inside out and make us beg for its mercy. If my words were poetry, it will convey the most heartbreaking emotions in the pretense of metaphor. If my words were excellent, they will be rated five stars, not four. Words are heavier than metals, faster than bullets, more pulling than a magnet and less prettier than daisies. 3. If the words were humans, free and destructive as it pleases No one will escape its wrath with every living breathing in the wary arms of the sea. Beware, this is not a tease