Words

Risky Business

By Jessica VarvilPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

How comforting it is,

To breathe out words of bliss.

As warm as a summer’s day,

As sweet as a Summer’s kiss.

Words are just words,

Until you take a risk.

Words cut like knives,

They can be brisk.

Words are just words,

Until they are missed.

By opportunity or longing,

Words are just words.

Until they are belonging.

For Fun

About the Creator

Jessica Varvil

Sales Associate, Poet by Night. Loves black coffee. My poems and short stories range immensely. I write inspirational, romance, recovery and nature- related themes. I hope you enjoy!

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