Who's him? Poem
A gentle tongue can break a bone; sweet words can start to taste bitter.
The flattering tongue can be deceiving; the sly tongue will start to taste sweet.
As you sway, sway away, you will start to be astray.
With your words being corrupted, you will start to say
Soft, sweet words that come out like a welding fire.
One day you will look back and see that you've become a liar.
A sly tonged freak, a flattering genius.
But still broken, all the pieces on the floor
Scattered like a puzzle piece
You start to pick them up, just to fall
You see a hand reach out and you look up
It's him.
Who's him?
u/AdVivid7387 — 12 days ago