Poezja

My words were stones,
Every single bad word,
I ever told you,
Have you ever heard,
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"?
But what if your words,
Were stones,
Would they still hurt?,
Yes they would,
I threw words at you like,
Rocks in a sling shot,
Every hurtful word was,
Another rock being thrown,
At your heart,
But I never meant,
To play the evil part,
My words were stones,
Thrown at you,
Carelessly and effortlessly,
My words were stones.