Words

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Oh words, words, words !
My guardians, my saviour
Whisper in my heart
A way to return your favour

When I lay in my grave
Only words grieved
When I truly died
My words still lived

When I was alone
Only words left with me
Profusely, I was bleeding
Only the words could see

They only gave and gave
And never asked for returns
They cried with me
Under the scorching sun

So when your obnoxious tone
Asks me why they are my first priority
I will say "unlike your selfish love
They love me, selflessly "

-Sai

A.N. one of my most honest pieces.

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