arrowing words,
whispering lips,
shotgun words,
freudian slips,
words as weapons.
cutting delicate hearts.
****** syllables.
bruising brains.
what power we wield,
not ever knowing,
the cost.
less often gain,
more often at great cost.
but, for the moment
of retention,
between,
careless thinking
and hurtful speakings,
push the pause.
because,
the words that have slain.
mayhaps be the ones lodged
within your brain.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
arrowing words,
whispering lips,
shotgun words,
freudian slips,
words as weapons.
cutting delicate hearts.
****** syllables.
bruising brains.
what power we wield,
not ever knowing,
the cost.
less often gain,
more often at great cost.
but, for the moment
of retention,
between,
careless thinking
and hurtful speakings,
push the pause.
because,
the words that have slain.
mayhaps be the ones lodged
within your brain.
words, written or spoken
have much power
as we their caretakers
know
but sometimes forget.
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