by Jules Wrenne

Created on: March 04, 2010

Those Words

They were covered in thick dust,
those words we flung at each other last night.
They mocked my foolish trust
and drove me out  to find the moon's soft light.

Those words were cold, dark waves
that crashed against my heart. They echo still.
Ah, we're such willing slaves
to those sad words, even knowing how they kill.

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