When negativity meets positivity, life neutralizes and meets its balance.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Entry 597: Damage of the Spoken

I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang bang rolling off your tongue

No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done

I wish they didn't cut like a knife
I wish they didn't break you inside
I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run


What are words 
If you really don't mean them when you say them
What are words
If they're only for good times then they're done

When it's love
You say them out loud
Those words, they never go away
They live on, even when we're gone



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