Words

Words,
That hurt,
Your soul,
And mind.

Words,
That eat,
Out,
Your insides.

Words,
That,
No one,
Can fix.

Words,
Hit,
Every part,
Of your body.

Words,
That crush,
Your heart,
And soul.

Words,
That make,
You jump,
For joy.

No words,
Are perfect.
Words,
Hurt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Loving Iii Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 3:43 PM
words are the tools of this profession. jhl
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