wrong things have been done
people have been kissed
flowers\'ve been destroyed
by firmly clenched fist
friends and lovers met
eyes without the gleam
that looked over cup of tea
and thin streaks of steam
noses getting bigger
skin begins to harden
every word that has been said
returns as a burden
growing in fear of settling down
of never be forgotten
since every word that has been said
returns loathful and rotten