Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
Words settled in the brain,
Left behind by others,
Remind us of them.
We often wish to erase them forever.
In moments of crisis,
The dirtiest and most tainted words come to mind,
While those drowning grasp onto good words.
Words are insignificant to some, they say,
Yet they still leave red lines on our white ribbons.
Mari Chubinidze
Written by
Mari Chubinidze  33/F/Georgia
(33/F/Georgia)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems