Words are spoken,
And spoken too much.
Hollow and Broken,
Meaningless and Such.
How can we treasure,
What we give so freely?
Hold on to your words,
Or it will cost you, believe me.
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Words of a Wanderer
PoetryLet's see where this story begins, Just some aimless, shameless poetry, My thoughts and feelings, Works by others that really speak to me. Not all of it good, But please, read it if you would. - All poems are mine unless indicated otherwise.
