You have a song
That you sing from time to time
It's sweet at first
You'd think it was just constructive criticism
But after time you develop an ear
You realize that its sweetness was a distraction
You had to listen again and again to know
That your suggestions had names
And they weren't very nice
Sometimes it's a mood
Others a miscommunication
But there's bound to be a day where you can't return
That words do hurt, and assumptions are lemons on papercuts
And dearly beloved we are gathered here to grow, not to starve off eachother's oxygen
I don't sing the same tune as you
And that's both curse and beauty
Depending on your respect and my tolerance,
Some days it's both and none
Regardless I'll hold back my lyrics
They're a burden, whether or not you believe
But perhaps that's just the 'stiff' in me
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
