Thursday, April 8, 2010

words

Stray bullets whizzing by
as words shoot out
my mouth is a weapon
Shooting without aim

Messages between the lines
are blunt instruments
but the point conveyed
...it hurts

My thoughts are a gun
without the safety on
My points are a cancer
too far gone

When said aloud
it's loud and clear
even whispered so silently
I know everyone hears

Please understand