Hindrance to my dismay

A Poem by Stu. T.H.

Words can cut faster than swords could slash,
Your words turn my season from spring to winter, in a flash,
All the good times, I wish to burn them all to ash,
And all your honey words now turn sour and rasp.

- Stu. T.H. (Aug 30, 2023)

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Added on October 27, 2023
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