Words Beautiful Words 10/07/02

Words can heal and words can wound

they are friend and foe

switchblade phrases can flow

I didn't mean that, it isn't true

I hurt you with my words so shame on you

I don't know you but let me slam you anyway

after all you have been annoying in so many different ways

You are so fat you are so thin

You're not perfect like I am

You are different, you're not the same

you don't play my kind of game.

 

at times I wonder where did kindness go?

Did it get hit crossing the street?

Did it just cower or beat a retreat?

Is it  hidindgfrom me?

Did I push it away?

did I tell it "you go play"?

All I know is that I want it to return

Cover my words with kindness so I will not hurt others

make me realize the shortness of my days, but the resonantion of my words.