Words as Weapons.

If words be weapons,
Thou art should truly miss,
Profanity and vulgarity almost remind me,
Of a kiss.
Not too long ago,
Thou ought to know,
How deeply words like double edged swords,
Cut the soul,
And how hard it be,
To make one so completely whole,
Whence they are shattered souls,
& thy pleaded and paused- but thine thoughts remained unhindered,
With no response,
I left thou to the crowd’s applause,
All in good time,
Said you about the laws,
But the waves and the wind came crashing down all at once,
Ha ha Mister All In Good Time,
Do you hear that?
I’m lost.