Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but your words will never break me.
A faulty sentence consumed with lies,
the simple words that leave your mouth.
The anguish of the words that roll off your tongue,
cannot compare to the war of dilemma within me.
The lies and truth blend as one,
the demon that consumed you took too much.
A sword of fury and beast of nightmares dance across the land,
but who is who?
Am I the beast that will break you heart?
And are you the one that will rip me apart?
Or am I the one to take your crown?
And are you the one to let it consume your heart?
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but your words cut deeper than my flesh.
Your painful curses,
your agonizing manifestation of spells,
will forever roam the halls of my memory.
Like a feather in the wind,
Like a sword in battle.
Your words cut through every defence,
every thought and every possible rhyme of words I can say.
On a sea of words,
I stay afloat.
On my ship,
your words cannot wash me away.
Because if your words cannot reach my sore,
and the pain of heart cannot wash me away,
then your words are just another wind in my sails,
pushing me further away.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
and although your words cut deeper than my flesh,
although your tongue is a sword in a war,
your words will never break me.
Even though the storm,
is the storm of your words.
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My weird book of poems...
PoetryJust a book of poems I write...Don't judge , I am not a master in this field but I like doing it soo....I'm doing it . Requests are always welcomed and helpful if you ask me . Enjoy !
