They flow from my mouth slowly,
Cunning and clever in their own right.
I can just as easily tell a honeyed lie
As I could spill a beautiful truth.
People have loved me for my words.
For the things I say and the tales I weave.
I even use my words on myself sometimes,
But only on very rare occasions.
The power to talk a heart into submission
Is a great yet dangerous gift.
Unfortunately, I can say I have abused it.
However, I do not regret a single thing I've said.