Syd

The Same Person

Kind words

seep from your lips in the form of 

angelic smoke

they drift to my ears,

fill my stomach will butterflies

and leave me with a smile

I cannot rid

 

Cruel words

exit your mouth, falling like a 

ton of bricks

they demand my attention

smack me with conformation

and leave me with tears

with pain

I cannot forget

 

How are you the same person?