Her words are a double-edged sword
Sharp to the touch
But dull in meaning
Drawing blood
Wounding friend and foe
Her canary cry
Heard far and wide
When my cup doesn’t spill just for her
My lips sealed to her non-waiting ear
I am no necessity
But a commodity
Like her words
My presence is double-edged
Don’t take for granted that my lips are sealed
You’ve cried to me
And stabbed me in the back
The owls carry your words better
Be Careful what you cry
I know more truths
My lips won’t remain sealed
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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