The Rusting of Words

Kind words exchanged,
but their effects never last.

So the owners must repeat them,
though the intentions are never the same.

The words that hit soon make us numb,
the happy feelings in the past.

Until we can't tell difference between the owners,
unless a unique word is paired with a name.

But unless that word is special,
of meaning we hold true.

Than sadly over time,
it becomes worthless too.

We move on and live,
while it gets thrown in the dust.

Never reaching its full meaning again,
even if someone really tries.

I apologize for explaining this,
but I felt that I must.

Even the most beautiful metal masterpiece,
over time,
shall rust.

Author's Note

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