A word of hope or a word that hurts, can make or lose a friend.
Because what’s been said behind those words are not easy to defend.
It is written “A tongue is like a rudder that steers a mighty ship”
or “a bit within a horse’s mouth” that directs… or causes one to trip.
Likewise, the pen within my hand or worn keys beneath my fingers
will archive every careless thought and cause those words to linger.
I’ve remarked; 'It’s only words' but O How wrong I’ve been.
Because what’s been said or plainly written will clearly never end.
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