When words are spoken,
Only the good ones are taken;
By the mind that is weak
And the heart that is fake.
I wonder if words are said
To make one afraid;
Or to express a thought
That peace is sought.
Those words left unsaid
Can be thoughts of love unspread;
That may bring gladness
To a heart full of sadness.
Though words don't come easy
Especially when one feels queasy;
They don't form or rewind
Until the soul unwind.
So let the words be spoken,
With love as a token.
Let them be said
And all will be spared.
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