A little dot or comma here,
a stroke of pen often there
a dainty rhyme starts to appear
suddenly, out of nowhere
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Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
Is it a baffled soul
masquerading
as me?

There are so many things

I need to say

but the right words,

aren't coming my way

Words are like weapons
They harm and damage
the fibers of love once had
leaving rags of passion once woven
into bundles threadbare and broken.

But hope is eminent, as it was in the past
when heaps of boundless love finally amass
to show that kindness is really all we have
to guide us through to the very last.

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Mean what you say
say what you mean
don't let your words
stumble and fall
in between