The Hurt Mind Loves

We speak in riddles and diversions

To shield ourselves from others' gaze

With subtle words conceal our persons

From youngest youth to oldest age

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A cushion for us, words can be

And for heart tied ones too

We love too hard to hurt, you see

Won't drag them down with you

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Never to deceive, these words

But only to protect

We talk around, make some things heard

Guard ourselves, show respect

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Not lies, but truths, but not the worst

We cannot tell them those

We only talk around those hurts

Not every wound expose

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So much that must be kept enclosed

Still more that must be heard

We cannot share some pain because

Sore wounds can come from words