The Book of Poetry [Original Poetry by Weston Allred]

Words

Words are like roses.

They can be beautiful but harmful,

and cause injury that sometimes can never be repaired.

Words are like threads.

Thin, flexible, and fragile.

They can easily break and lose their meaning.

Words are like a song.

They flow, sometimes without rhyme or reason.

Sometimes without meaning.

Words are like glass.

Sometimes you see right through a lie,

Other times you cannot break through it to realize before it's too late.

Words are lies

Told straight to you,

Used to hurt and manipulate.

Words describe shattered memories

That your heart has locked away

To protect you from yourself.

People are like words.

We are beautiful but harmful.

We are flexible but fragile.

Our thoughts flow without rhyme or reason.

We are translucent.

We lie.

We hurt.

We manipulate.

In the end, we hide the truth from ourselves until we lose who we truly are.