Fri, 03/31/2017 - 01:12 -- SunDrop

I hate words
They're made for hate.
Adjectives, verbs, similies, metaphors
What are they for?
To advertise, to compare, to judge some one who doesn't know the proper use of their, there or they're.

To disassemble and separate people with their own tounge

Fuck words,
There's only good in them being sung,
Because music and hugs are universally spun

By love, it's easily understood. You don't need collage or a book.

But a smile and a caring look.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 


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