The words of others, hurt me won’t;
For about such persons, care I don’t.
And “sticks and stones” held true sans err,
Until forth they came, from one I care
About and for, and deeply so,
So that her words stung like ice and snow.
And unaware she was in moment,
And, true, she later gave atonement,
But still her words like acid stang,
And my heart, indeed, still feels the pang.
For about such persons, care I don’t.
And “sticks and stones” held true sans err,
Until forth they came, from one I care
About and for, and deeply so,
So that her words stung like ice and snow.
And unaware she was in moment,
And, true, she later gave atonement,
But still her words like acid stang,
And my heart, indeed, still feels the pang.
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