Some words are honey to our souls.
They're warm blankets on cold days and caramelized soft kisses on your skin
that give you the good kind of chills.
They're like love notes found on a sunny sunday mornings.

These words can mend you.
Or fool you.
Either way, you'll like them. You will crave to hear them.

But some words are to the soul just what blades are to the flesh.
They're thunderstorms at 4 a.m keeping you from dreaming.
They're rain on broken windows and gloveless hands in snow days.
They're cages for the spirit; opressive chains to your mental health.

These words can be so sensless, you'd think all they do is tear you apart.
And they do tear you apart.
But they will also keep you from getting fooled by pretty lying words again.

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há palavras tão bonitas que vale a pena serem partilhadas.

What kills me slowly are the cigarettes I chose not to smoke and the loneliness inside me.
I'm sick of cheap poetry and feelings that make me uncomfortable, so I will let myself drown
in these dark thoughts and fill my lungs with this exhausting love until I no longer live for this. 

And once I die to this feeling, I will start living again.