Words, They say are A double edged sword.
I learned how to use my words.
well, I thought I did but more or less,
they're slowly turnin into a mess,
a confusion that only takes.
Its taking pieces of me one after the other
leaving nothing except what has to be under the covers.
I didn't learn how to hide my feelings,
how to control their dealings
Or how to keep them from killing.
How can I stop them from taking life from the living?
How do I dodge the lethal part of the sword as it's striking?
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
