The words that wound come easily,
The words that guide do not.
Those spoken in frustration come
Easier than they ought.
When words of love take second place
To words like me and I,
It matters little that regrets
Are lingering near by.
And all the words of kind intent
Don’t offset those of wrath,
When we lash out at innocents
Who chanced to cross our path.
Be careful what you choose to say
When words are flying fast.
For good or ill, those words will live
After the moment’s past.
And all the love your heart may hold
Can’t wash away the scars
When painful words you didn’t mean
Become your prison bars.
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