words

words are like sand,
they slip
unless u have brain strong and experienced enough to hold the sand and make it into a masterpiece,
it flies
never can you gather it again,
they travel in the atmosphere,
depositing as dust on someone;
in someones eye, discomfort it causes,
in shoes as memory, an unpleasant memory

careful where it may fall or fly
cause what all it causes you have no idea,
whos heart it scratches you dont know,
unless you want that,
keep the sand, firmly in your fist
or better, pour it in an hour glass,
invest it in time, for your friendship.
if you dont the time runs away pretty soon,
and again you wont know,
cause ull be too busy blowing sand in someones eye.

hurt lasts
blessings last.