Once its spoken and after its heard
Once its typed and after its red
they seem harmless as wind
but can leave a ruckus in the mind.
Though it might seem obvious we all regret them,
think of any place in time, before paper and pen
what i spoke will be misunderstood
the remorse wont be withstood.
we are afraid, coward and resentful, regretful to move forward
ask not forgiveness, practice it don't let others feel that sword
the aging face, tear drop, hollow scream, chilly back prick
are markers of how they make us feel, assembled in brick;
Bring the down the all! Let the actions speak louder!
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