Letter after letter,
Forming words,
That could by swords,
Depends on who is wielding them,
Normally from feelings they stem,
Or lack thereof,
Type your heart out,
Fingers on keys,
They could be like a gently breeze,
Or a violent sea,
Until you read it over,
See your exposure,
Of raw feeling,
Then delete it,
Refuse to let them read,
Hiding that little seed,
Not letting that feeling feed,
Just select all,
And hit backspace,
Realize it was a waste,
Don't hit send,
Just let them be your friend.