I love words in every way, shape or form.
I eat them for breakfast as if it were the norm.
Some say words can’t hurt you;
I say there is energy packed in, carrying them through.
Be careful what you say to you and your gang;
Words pack a punch and come back like a boomerang.
They hold weight and can make or break your soul;
‘Til they fall out of your mouth and into your bowl.