Poetry Sunday
Words are the weapon we choose to yield
I wonder if you know the sharpness of my blade
One thoughtless cut earns a lifetime of my hate
Words that are spoken never seem to fade
I wield my words with care as I bleed out
Your sharp words have cut me to the bone
Eviscerating a heart that never seems to heal
When all …
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