The word that tastes bitter in the mouth,
Like an apple, rotten to its core,
Hurts all ears that hear it
LIke some malicious poison ore.
Unkind tones that whip and cut,
like the ferocious wind, seeking to destroy,
Find their marks like archers true,
With barbarity no thing can alloy.
The unthoughtful action that wounds severely,
Like a deep thrust from a dark sword,
deflection mocking in impossibility,
Cleaves mightily and strikes deep a chord.
However, this may be repaired, it's true,
If only someone would say, "I love you."
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