That bird on your tongue
Flies out in rage;
Pecks at my heart.
If only you had kept it in a cage.
Once it sang, winging joy,
Stirred my soul.
And my response, praises lifting,
Love's sweetest melody extol.
Now what decomposes
On your tongue?
What vile and vulturous creature
Has turned odiferous dung?
Cursed and carrion, what flies now
is airborne without hope
Containment no more possible
Than stench-filled water with a rope.

That old saying about sticks and stones has never held true - words will slay people, bring them to their knees...and the scars from them never fade. Good one, Lita.





You really expressed your feelings quite well in this..





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