Words
We said the cruelest things,
Pain overflowed our eyes.
Our words were like daggers,
despite their sweet disguise.
We knew that we were wrong,
That we should keep control,
But our tempers had no mercy,
As we stabbed right to the soul.
And though time has healed the wounds,
The jagged scars remain.
Reminders etched across our hearts,
Remembrance of the pain...
