Words
Words are our mortal enemy
they destruct the inner most part
of the human soul
Cut like sharp scissors and paper
just one swift snip and it's a wound
wounds heal,
but memories remain like scar tissue
that you simply cannot see.
We are spendthrifts with words
we squander and hide them
but sometimes they escape
and burn down all the firehouses
the ones far upon the sloping hills
be careful how you play
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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