Words Hurt Worse Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Words Hurt Worse



When every word was said
In the thick of it. Now,
I'm sick of this. More of
The same angry dish.
A clever twist. In the heat
Of the moment, in the passion
Of the night.
We faught when the AGONY was
Worse than the curse. Then
Again, no pain was worse
Than the birth of a break.
Nothing was WORTH that
THIRST. WORDS HURT....
WORSE.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fight,words
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