I wrote this poem a while back and I really like it. It has a lot of truth. I didn't mean for to be that way. So here it is:
Words never fail.
They have the power to leave you crying or smiling
But some just let it sail.
That's why you keep dialing.
Words burn.
They knock you down.
They make emotions churn.
What words don't know is that you're hope bound.
Words have power.
They mean good or bad.
They can grow a weed or a flower.
