Some are whispered into the wind,
Others yelled out into the storm.
Some clang around like empty drums,
Others bring the threat of doom.
Most are said without reason,
From small talks to make up for the uncomfortable quiet
To vicious statements spoken in rage.
Still, except our words matches our hearts,
All we've done is fill the room with sounds;
A stupid cacophony
Because
A word's just a word
'Til you mean what you say'.
©desewa
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