Hurried Words Fall Short Of Good
 
When dark is light
and all around
I read the things
you wrote
within my thoughts
the sweetest sounds
as tears held back
I choked

I saw a rapid
writing blitz
made words
of love gone bad
heard things between
the sweetest sighs
then anger
made me mad

These words were written
in all haste
they never saw
the light
and then I heard
an angel sing
but hopes
can make it right

But there no style
or taste to it
an so I must
now say
that you are of the hurried
kind
with words
now on display.

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