Two Faced Swords Tongues-
Escape into your heart;
Where your mind can't be found;
Flee into the fleeting muscles, pumping iron;
Flow within the vessels that inhabit dew;
Liquids of scarlet drops of quarrel;
Flee from out your head;
Those hurt full pangs you dread;
Sacrifice those killing scene;
Vanquish thoughts of unpleasantness;
Words hurt more than metal, sticks or stone;
And within my last breath...
Two face swords of tongues left;
6/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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