A thing that grows and stings the soul,
Of the ears in which it lands.
Pain ruptured wound now reopened,
Doubt begins to wonder once again.
How does it so easily slide right off,
The tip of that self-righteous tongue!
Once verbalized it floats about in space,
You can't deny or ignore its strength,
It tugs and breaks the heart slowly apart.
There is damage done by this eroded trust,
Another relationship turned to lovers dust.
By Joni 7/19
No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who utters lies shall continue before my eyes.
You shall not bear false witness against your
A lie takes root and grows seeds of doubt upon the heart. The damage is severe and lingers. For the heart is such a precious gift. It beats and brings life to each of us. Try not to burden this gift with things spoken that will cause bitterness and doubt to form. JKC