That vengeful strike of the tongue,
contrived to permanently wound,
Those colossal pillars of emotion.
Connected to the heart and mind.
Imperishable thought of what was spoken.
Where did the time go?
Emotional scars consume my inner being,
An abyss is now my home.
Can I be healed by the ray of light,
I desperately seek?
Can forgiveness be my glimmer of hope?
Legions I cannot compress.
All from a concealed weapon,
Waiting to attack with words of despair.
Beware of any duel it engages in,
Damages can be a blemish,
Forever lodged within.
Monica St Hillaire.
Carefree as the wind... Is my love for you. Prolific are my words, Pure and true. If only you knew, The beauty you possess. Captivating... sheer honesty. My love, you are, The most beautiful girl, In the world to me...
This cup runneth over... Boundless for me. Conditions... there are none, Convinced you're my destiny. Daylight can linger, For your soul I see. Abundant and everlasting. My love, you are, The most beautiful girl, In the world to me...