Tuesday, August 12, 2014

poem: Words

Words
The words that formed in your mind seemed perfect to say at the time
But did you realize that they were weapons of mass destruction?
Bullets, fireballs, knives, stones,
Burning holes in her soul
Leaking out the small morsel of self-esteem she managed to collect just a minute ago
Now burst into flame
With her shame
With her tears, which she is now trying to hide.
Oh those perfect words you thought you said
They just destroyed her again. Made her feel small, like nothing at all
Those words you said, are not just words.
They make or break souls.


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