words

¨

my words sometimes sting.

my words sometimes bite.

there is really no excuse

or

justification as to why.

¨

i certainly do know better;

how to be courteous and kind

but

there are times when the stinger pokes out –

as if it ‘needs’ to speak its mind.

¨

this nasty little weapon

that lives inside of me –

is neither a friend or a foe.

‘they’ simply co-exist

to play

quite foolishly.

¨

my heart loves and forgives

yet still struggles deep inside.

– in conclusion – 

i am someone who should shut up

and

essentially hide.

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