Words, they have brought me joy,
Played pranks with my nimble heart,
Made it flip and skip a beat,
Encompassing me in their girt.
Words that healed an aching void,
Filling every cell with delight,
Taking me high among the clouds,
On the wings of a fantasy flight.
Words, they soured one summer day,
Biting the tongue with their tarty sting,
Pulling away the sheath of love,
Offering no comfort in the spring.
Words betray the way I feel,
They're no cheer to the wounded heart,
All they do is skewer and jab,
Numbing all that's fallen apart.
Words, they shoot like trenchant arrows,
Not meaning what they convey,
But yet manage to leave that scar,
Like a cleaver, they chip away.
Words, they were all I had,
And now there's nothing left,
Stripped of love and robbed of warmth,
Peeled of hope and love bereft.