Words


They say words are powerful,
Coz they are both helpful and harmful.

Kind words are inspirational,
But unkind are no motivational.

Words have power to inspire you,
They light a spark that no one can do.

Words make you cry and smile at the same time,
They are stored in the mind for the lifetime.

Words will not always make you smile,
Trust me, they do make you hostile.

Words can break your heart,
The pieces will always remain apart.

Control your words before you say,
Sometimes let the silence betray.

Never let your words be broken,
‘coz they are forgiven, not forgotten.

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