STABBINGS
From the heart,
from the wounded soul,
the heart stabbed.
You don’t understand that you kill,
you kill the heart without knowing it.
You kill the poor butterflies,
words that drown the souls.
Poison in stabbings, venoms,
sad words meant to kill,
wounded hearts,
for nothing.
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STABBINGS
STABBINGS
From the heart,
from the wounded soul,
the heart stabbed.
You don’t understand that you kill,
you kill the heart without knowing it.
You kill the poor butterflies,
words that drown the souls.
Poison in stabbings, venoms,
sad words meant to kill,
wounded hearts,
From the heart,
from the wounded soul,
the heart stabbed.
From the heart,
from the wounded soul,
the heart stabbed.
Poison in stabbings, venoms,
sad words meant to kill,
wounded hearts,
for nothing.
for nothing.
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Author:
Bustillos (
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Comments1
There is something inferred in the double spacing of the first copy, the double wording of the second copy title and it being repeated twice. A most interesting metaphor of injury to the heart and soul. Nicely done
Words have tremendous power; they can cause wars, shatter hearts, whether through malice, misunderstandings, or even by trying to teach lessons..
.Thank you very much for your insightful comments.
You are most welcome
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