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The weight of words
Burnt out,
Washed up on the shore,
like all the verses I've written before.
My thinking was scewed,
words were never meant to bleed,
I had lost my touch,
forgetting words brought life to an already darkening world.
The tongue blessed with words,
that weighed the size of ones heart,
what use was there to utter and inch another closer to the doors of death,
and what joy to bring another to clear skies.
Although it proves tough,
words are meant to bring life,
in all it's forms and goodness.
© Panducollections&co
Washed up on the shore,
like all the verses I've written before.
My thinking was scewed,
words were never meant to bleed,
I had lost my touch,
forgetting words brought life to an already darkening world.
The tongue blessed with words,
that weighed the size of ones heart,
what use was there to utter and inch another closer to the doors of death,
and what joy to bring another to clear skies.
Although it proves tough,
words are meant to bring life,
in all it's forms and goodness.
© Panducollections&co
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