JUST WORDS
You said in sickness and in health
For better or worse
Until death do we part;
Just words, that's all.
How many words are spoken
Without any thoughts
To their meaning
And how they affect others?
I believed with a na�ve heart
And learned through the pain.
Sometimes words hurt
If we allow them.
But my pain is my own;
For I allowed you to hurt me.
I chose to ignore the signs,
I chose to believe the lies you disguised as words.
And now I have learned
Not to trust as easy.
And my heart stays hidden
From the pain of everyday life.
� Rosalia A. Hendrix