My words

My words have different sides to them.

My words can be like a sharp knife, plunging into your heart, and shattering it to a million pieces as it pumps the last drop of blood.

My words can be like a flower; Soft and delicate with a delightful aroma that pleases your nose.

My words can be like a fox, sneaky and sly, that steals your possessions without you even noticing.

My words can be like a fire, cackling on a cold winter night, warming two bodies as their passion rises.

My words can be like champagne, golden and bubbly, with an exciting explosion behind them.

My words can be like a rainy day, cold and empty, creating sad faces with every person I see.

My words can be like a raging war, harsh and meaningless, tearing everything in their path to bits.

My words are my words. You may be able to take away my freedom, and shackle me to the ground. But, the one thing you can't do, is take away my voice. Because, My words make a difference.

@LiberalPoet