Forget about it
WORDS HURT LIKE POISON
WHEN POISON HURTS THE WORDS YOU SPEAK
HOW DOES A PERSON
ESCAPE WHAT FEELINGS
TO HOLD ON TO
AS A LOST MEMORY
TO NEVER EXSISTS
BUT YET THE BUTTERFLY INSIDE ME
CALLS OUT MY NAME
AND I DID ANSWER
IN A WHISPER......
poem by Shai Cherry
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