My words - they can be a Rose
Soft, with nice fragrance.
Beautiful, with the brightest color
Brave can live among thorns.
You could smell the fragrance of my words
You could douse it on your emotions,
You could wear it like Armor
It could protect you from hurt.
My words - they can be like thorns.
hard, rigid, And Cold to the soul.
ugly air with sharp, stiff ends,
Fearless! Vicious! Holds no prisoner
You could feel the bite of my words
As it tears you to shred- Tiny pieces
It undresses you- Stark naked
Leaving you bare - Skinless.
My words could also be soothing
Bringing out your best smile
Past pains & Hurt forgotten,
Words that created butterflies
Tastes like honey, even without a taste.
But now, my words - Ode to wasted time
Of Classical Dirges - platinum Records?
Laughs, Vibes and Late Nights - rinse and repeat.
The truth of thine word couldn't set you free.
©Tau_hid
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 6:28 PM UTC
My words - they can be a Rose
Soft, with nice fragrance.
Beautiful, with the brightest color
Brave can live among thorns.
You could smell the fragrance of my words
You could douse it on your emotions,
You could wear it like Armor
It could protect you from hurt.
My words - they can be like thorns.
hard, rigid, And Cold to the soul.
ugly air with sharp, stiff ends,
Fearless! Vicious! Holds no prisoner
You could feel the bite of my words
As it tears you to shred- Tiny pieces
It undresses you- Stark naked
Leaving you bare - Skinless.
My words could also be soothing
Bringing out your best smile
Past pains & Hurt forgotten,
Words that created butterflies
Tastes like honey, even without a taste.
But now, my words - Ode to wasted time
Of Classical Dirges - platinum Records?
Laughs, Vibes and Late Nights - rinse and repeat.
The truth of thine word couldn't set you free.
©Tau_hid
