sharp words
cut deep
and leave angry bruises
bad memories
are made of indelible ink
that leave ugly stains
tears make up streams
that turn into rivers
that flow into the ocean
they seem to disappear
into thin air
only to come pouring down again
when you thought
the bruises are healing
and the stains are fading
the stream sweeps you off
into the river
and drowns you in the ocean
of your sadness
