I don´t know about sticks
but I´m sure about stones
and its not true about words
cause I heard that some hurt
like a cast wearing hummingbird
talking to his brother
about cold words he read
and never muttered
to the other
who was leaving tomorrow
on warm rainy days
wondering what he´d done wrong
when he waited to say
simple words
that can flutter
like cupids stomach when he pokes his own ***
with an arrow.

Maybe now poor wings can heal
cause all hummingbirds have good laughs
you can feel.