WORDS

There are words that kill/ words that thrill/

Words that can make the whole world stand still./

There are words you can feel/ words that heal/

Words of such encouragement that can make this life look less real./

There are words strong as steel/ words as slippery as an eel/

Words so exaggerated they can make a mountain out of a mole-hill./

There are words that fear instill/ words that give continuous hope refill/

Words that really disgust they make you totally ill./

There words can rhyme prove you got skill/ words of comfort as found on a will/

Words so convincing they can seal any deal./

Words can really be lame/ words can really cause shame/

Words can be distorted to form rumors to really taint your name./

Some words used make life feel like a game/ Words so hard they sound insane/

Some words are beautiful like a piece of art in a picture frame./

Words are thrown around to blame/ words of anger hot as a blue flame/

Words that when used right make you feel so light, you just want to keep them./

Words can bring you fame/ words can support like a tree by its stem/

Words so weird they don’t make sense you wonder where from they came./

Words a precious like rear gem/ some words you should always tame/

And if we are able to know this, the world will never be the same./

LOVE?

his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks/

so he speaks/ of the memory that slips/ and sees/ it as it dips/ into a well of deceit,/

so he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel deceased./

so with this/ i insist/ that the rose he pickd,/ prickd/ his heart,leaving him dead/

and with his final strength,he breathed/ and gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out he was tricked./



but the little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as he bled./

and he said,/"you cant kill a heart;u can break it to tiny pieces and leave it weak,but not dead."/

a sting from the butterfly that he so much praised/ and raised/ it up to levels no other had bred./ instead/ it mutated,/

to the dungeons,his heart it led./ it fed/ from his heart leavng his heart shredded/

...and thats when he knew love aint that lovely,so he tried hatred/

..which dint help much and so he opted/ for another option and upon Love he waited.