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 © Becky Takacs | Year Posted 2009
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