Words may kill
like swords so sharp,
its blade oozes the wound.
and hits the heart,
when two argues,
words flow in all directions,
hitting brains and reputations,
assassinating the other
murdering another.
Why sharpen the words
when they hurt one?
why uttered them in an instant,
why let it cool
and think for more,
just a stare would mean a thing,
but how can you hold
the baggage of conversation
when its the only solution?
just be gentle of words you say,
hold them so dearly, let them free
in the wind to carry them
to its final end,
when the fire of flame so ending,
high voltage shut down once again.
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