Words are like a knife, they are like a bullet
Once you press the trigger, there is no turning back
At the point of impact they will do their affair
And when they hit the target it's pain is worse than death
You can't stop a bullet or take back a word
Each strike of a knife will cut through flesh
Each word spoken will reach somebody's ear
And maybe what it's gonna do is make true your most terrible fear
A lost bullet can also kill
A wrong word will bring you pain
Sometimes, if aimed to your lover's heart
It will hurt you instead of them
Poets are like this: A killer with words
Assassin of lives and loves and hopes
With words God made what we shall destroy
But in some of our words you may find joy
Some poems are for love and life and happiness
Created from the heart of a true poet or poetess
Will bring down the fear caused by madness
And raise the spirit of the gloomest and destroy sadness
I speak for me only when I say "I am afraid of words"
'Cause they can cause pain if spoken too lightly
Words are a gift and a curse for a writer
Sometimes they cause doubt if written in the wrong "frases"
I am afraid of hurting my man, for I did it more than once
With words ill spoken in times ill favored
Now I care for what I say because I could lose too much
And I set free the feelings of doubt or shame
If your god creates with words, what does a poet do
When writing a poem in black ink or blue?
He creates his fantasy, his perfect world
For me this place is me, a dog and you.
feb11/2010
