I haz no title. :o

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can never hurt me.
Words can never hurt me.
Words will never hurt me.
Words are too beautiful
Too precious
Too possible
Words will never hurt me.
Worlds will always help me.

I need to speak
to write
to explain my splattered brain.
Pencil to paper
Fingers to keys
Words come
they flow
from me
to you
to anyone
willing
to accept them.
The beautiful letters they hold
The meanings
A series of curves and lines
So beautiful
So precious
So powerful

They may never hurt me.
They can only allow me to
do
and be
and feel
good.