Words.
Are precious thoughts.
That slip out of your lips.
And cascade down.
Onto your paper.
Words.
Are expressions.
That float out of your mouth,
And tell others.
How you feel.
Words.
Are weapons,
That can harm others.
That are contolled
By us.
YOU ARE READING
Dance in the Rain
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by reflections on growing up, life, love, personal experiences, and learning how to dance in the rain.
