Instruments of DestructionA Poem by JeffBombs and bullets kill But words wound
I could write a line that would would break your heart I could put words down that would tear it apart My sword is my poison pen And it's spilling again
The words could break you down Expose the smile that hides the frown The lines could break your ego With a mighty blow To your precious confidence Spiral you out of balance.
Bombs and bullets kill But words wound With no sound © 2010 Jeff |
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12 Reviews Added on September 22, 2010 Last Updated on September 22, 2010 AuthorJeffAnkeny, IAAboutI'm old and I'm the most awesome person ever! I'm not serious at all about that. I got married last year to a wonderful woman who is the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm also very big into.. more..Writing
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