Title: Don't say
by Blaze from London | in writing, poetry
Love is a word. As person is a thing.
A picture an image, what makes these things?
Drawing of a picture, christening of a bird.
If I was to say something, what would you do in return?
Blank and cold, it's what was brought.
Now I have it in front of me, bright and colourful.
Shouted at, spoken to.
What's the difference?
I'm nothing, I'm something, and I'm the one you hurt.
What gives you the right, the right to gloat?
If it was honesty, then truly you do not quote.
Because I know the truth, yes the truth hurts.
But there's a time and a place. As you should well know.
Not liking something I was told.
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