1 March 2006

our words

our words
leave open wounds
festering, swollen
that cannot heal with time

our words
daggers through the heart
dream killers and passion snuffers
eternal deceivers

and yet,
a single word from your lips
could be as gentle as mid-winter mist
as comforting as warm food
as delightful as a hidden kiss

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