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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1838035
A poem about your tounge.
Your words hurt people more
than you will ever know.
I just dont understand;
Why do you hate things so?

"Sticks and stones may break my bones..."
That quote is such a lie!
Your stupid hateful tendencies
erode me by and by.

Everything you say
your tounge is like a spear;
my "bones" practically break
from the anger that I hear.

Every day it's something,
so I can never heal
from this really corrosive
emotional turmoil that I feel.

Eventually I'll die.
Then what will you've learned?
That things aren't so bad and
everything need not be burned?

By then your bridges are gone
By then its just too late.
So please just heed my words
to avoid this awful fate.
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