I
We
Must
Not Play
With words
Because we bare
ourselves to what can
create
destroy
a love,
belief,
belief,
a life...
of one...
Whose
hopes,
dreams,
depends
upon our
uttered
words.
Promises,
broken or
delivered.
Longings,
expectations.
It can pierce
like an arrow in
the thinnest air, flying
unknowingly hurting, it can
bleed another soul and leave scars.
i love the poem. love the arrow. good morning!
ReplyDeletespell nice? :)
ReplyDeleteVery true. I love this word art series of yours.
ReplyDeletesame with bien, i'm enjoying the word art series! not all bloggers can do that. :)
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