When the Bleeding Stops
Words are peculiar things of the mind
formed up there inside your head
so many of them full of emotion
others taste like old stale bread
In times of hurting real bad
eventually the bleeding does stop
you think the wound will get better
even as the pain level does drop
The mind starts to play it's tricks
deceiving your emotions in the mix
bringing confusion into play
showing different rules every day
You have pled for your healing
but some words never do this
they refuse to dry up inside
showing reluctance so stay amiss
So independent and socially aloof
such words disobey your mind
seem to enjoy living the fool
so will life itself you do find
(QUOTE:
'Some words never heal , they just stop bleeding' - Anon.)
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