Its funny.
Yes, its funny how often we hurt the people we love
In the spur of the moment, things that we swore to never ever say, bloom out of our mouth like flowers in spring, yet, these flowers aren't beautiful, and are nothing but bitter.
''I didn't mean it!''
''I was angry''
''I wasn't serious''
We come out with the saddest excuses in the try of make out the damage we've done
'Cause we know how much words can hurt, but we still use them so freely and so carelessly.
But, y'know, I do find that contradiction funny.
'Cause I've heard people preaching kindness while They're the firsts ones to point fingers
I've seen people swear to never tell a secret, yet 2 seconds later They scream it at the top of their lungs.
It's funny.
And, it's also funny because I've done that too.
We promise to be kind, to be honest, to never do bad, to think twice before blame others
But, the day after, or the second after, we finish our promise and go to out to the world
We forget what we said
We forget the promise and do, and say, what we never wanted to.
Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintetionally.
But,
It is still, funny.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Its funny.
Yes, its funny how often we hurt the people we love
In the spur of the moment, things that we swore to never ever say, bloom out of our mouth like flowers in spring, yet, these flowers aren't beautiful, and are nothing but bitter.
''I didn't mean it!''
''I was angry''
''I wasn't serious''
We come out with the saddest excuses in the try of make out the damage we've done
'Cause we know how much words can hurt, but we still use them so freely and so carelessly.
But, y'know, I do find that contradiction funny.
'Cause I've heard people preaching kindness while They're the firsts ones to point fingers
I've seen people swear to never tell a secret, yet 2 seconds later They scream it at the top of their lungs.
It's funny.
And, it's also funny because I've done that too.
We promise to be kind, to be honest, to never do bad, to think twice before blame others
But, the day after, or the second after, we finish our promise and go to out to the world
We forget what we said
We forget the promise and do, and say, what we never wanted to.
Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintetionally.
But,
It is still, funny.
My first poem ever written
