Poem

Current mood: sad

sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can break my heart
the saving grace to save some face
is taking breath before you start

those things you say with such force
with malice, with such fire
though we both know, that as words go
most of it is said as a liar

words in front, anger behind
and emotion stuck betwixt
have left a friendship in the dust
and me here in its midst

with time... regret for the things we said
and some we left unspoken
as time goes by, you'll ponder why
and if it's permanently broken

--Thursday, September 19, 2007