Words can hurt and taste like dirt,
but I'm a worm in a polka dot shirt.
Words can be muddy, dirty to feel,
but I swim right by like an electric eel.
Words can be ugly and hard as stone,
but I end them like an unwanted call on my phone.
Words can pierce like daggers and blades,
but I bury them in my garden with rakes and spades.
Words can be pretty when given the sun,
and I mold them like playdough because it's fun.
Words can be whatever the letter sounds say
and the words I love the most are ones that play.
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2018
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