Three words
Three words confessed so much,
Often thrown like lies,
Burden to many, its weight is such,
Could even be pure, I shall not deny.
Three words that sound harmless,
But capable of wrath over space,
It grows but may turn charmless,
Avoid. Don't blend in like it's a race.
© Oindrilla
Often thrown like lies,
Burden to many, its weight is such,
Could even be pure, I shall not deny.
Three words that sound harmless,
But capable of wrath over space,
It grows but may turn charmless,
Avoid. Don't blend in like it's a race.
© Oindrilla