My words lay unwritten,
lodged in my throat,
and by admission,
are words which can hurt.
Careless of me to let,
words loose, in the air,
which should be of love;
not fostering despair
My words lay unwritten,
lodged in my throat,
and by admission,
are words which can hurt.
Careless of me to let,
words loose, in the air,
which should be of love;
not fostering despair