Words are beautiful,
they're like puppets being controlled by the writers,
stringing them along,
and making them do whatever they desire.
Words can stab like knives,
dangerous and deadly,
flowing like silk from someones mouth.
Words can be meaningful,
or empty if not enforced with actions,
words can emphasise your feelings,
making them genuine and official,
happy, sad, tired or mad.
Words can be twisted, turned,
mistaken or misenterpreted,
words can be lies,
seen as truth,
words can be seen however we want to see them.
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