And it could be
In a moment
Realized
The severity of words
Spoken to the most
Tender of hearts
In turmoil
Or love
Only to destroy
A lifetime of work
On something unseen
But ever present
In the daily routine of life.
This could leave you in ruin
Without a cut to be made
From the inside you would bleed
And the wound would never heal
Until the softness of words
Made it to be
unseen again |