With the harsh words pouring out of your lips,
With the lashes coming out of your mouth.
You.
Do you know what you are doing?
She knows that you mean well.
She knows that you love her.
But do you know what you are doing?
Baby,
At night the tears stream down her face.
At night she ponders the truth.
Is she really all you have said?
She used to dream of many things.
Flying unicorns in a candy coloured sky.
Singing birds that would never die.
Her eyes glowed with love.
Her lips spoke of them in earnest
But do you know why they have died?
Words.
Sharp as razors they pierce through her heart,
Gray coating the candy sky.
Fear coursed through her
And drowned the flock.
Have you known at all?
The effects such things could have.
Correction is good, she knows.
But is the harsh way the best?
Use words wisely my friend,
Or a person may be destroyed.
Her heart, her soul, her dreams and love,
Are you willing to lose them all?
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