Sticks and stones...
Heyooo again guys, I've been getting pretty bored more frequently , which means I've had a LOT more time to spend thinking about what to write for my poems. This is basically what I got from one of those thinking sessions. Right. So, what's stopping you? (oh btw, the heading is a reference to that saying- you know, the one that goes "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me"? Yeah) Sticks and stones... You, You. How could you? Don’t you know what happens when a flower’s petals are tugged, more than they’re supposed to be? Don’t you know what happens when a tissue is pulled, more than it’s meant to be? Don’t you know what happens when a heart is pierced, by heartless jokes more than it should be? It withers , It tears, It cries. Sticks and stones may break your bones But words ...
