Your words

September 5, 2011
The words you spit
they don't mean s***.
What you say hurts,
but who cares anyway.
Words of wisdom,
words of pain,
it all runs up,
through your veins.
The words I speak
are not kind.
But neither are yours,
keep that on your mind.
You make me smile.
You make me frown.
In the end,
we just go round and round.

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Lizzy16 said...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 7:10 am

good job! this was a poem a lot of people can relate to.


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