How eloquently can it be shaped, estranged?
lovers' whispers softly exchanged,
vibrant letters pigeons scattered,
fluttering in the wind unbothered.
Who believes that words hurt?
Cunning scorcher of your wee heart?
caused a man to bloom and grow
a tool as swords that kill and go
or gobblers that eat you up
in the depth of your mind in corrupt
disguised as thoughts, preying on you alone and alone
most vicious, deadly killer
Lets you drown, although you're a swimmer.
~ DT | 081219 | Sunday
