Teddy temple


Words


They are like medicine and so should be measured with care
For an overdose may hurt or scare
When gentle it turns away wrath and can be pleasing to the ears
As the one that enlighten the soul are precious than jewels and can dry the tears

As they are mere bubbles but deeds are drops of gold
Harsh words stirs up anger and can make the heart go cold
As they can sharp like a two edged sword
Speaking has no cost and it is something everyone can afford

They can be trusty as a rock
For the flattery ones are meant for the dork
As only one word is enough for a wise man
Not even the charming ones can be used to praise the sun

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Sunday, April 14, 2013

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