Sometimes words are dangerous things.
When my voice wounds your ear with,
Unintentional lack of innocence.
I realize that no words are truly safe.
The grown world tends to make the simple,
Fraught with strife and inconsistency.
It makes a "yes" or "no" into violent assaults.
How do we learn to speak with love,
When so many words are redefined with hate.
So, perhaps you can take my silence as an act of love.
Even if sometimes you'd be tempted to call it apathy.
For, perhaps, I just don't know what to say.
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