"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me."
If that were true, I promise you,
That life just might be easy.
But it's those words that hurt, not heal,
They haunt you like a ghost.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can hurt the most.
© 2015
I wrote this about two years ago, and I forgot about it until recently. I hope it resonates with you the way it did with me when I read it again today.
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
