Instruments of Destruction

Bombs and bullets kill

But words wound

I could write a line that would would break your heart

I could put words down that would tear it apart

My sword is my poison pen

And it's spilling again

The words could break you down

Expose the smile that hides the frown

The lines could break your ego

With a mighty blow

To your precious confidence

Spiral you out of balance.

Bombs and bullets kill

But words wound

With no sound

Reviews

[Crinkle°]

oh yes, words are stronger than everything, for good and for bad.

[Tomi]

the power of words, so strong..been thinking bout something along that line too. Good job.