Words so easily pressed from the lips
actions never easy to exist
the mind creates beauty that the body cannot pertain
why spill the verbiage if the body cannot sustain
love is what moves,pulls,climbs, and never refrains
passion is what collides,delights,and stains
words can sing,play,and rain,but cannot be contained
A promise when told and never fulfilled cuts deep and bleeds
a stitch will always remain but words will not retain
© Elizabeth Dominguez
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