But I Said The Wrong Word…


Where does the connection fray?

When does the dissonance start?

The spark that found fuel,

Only to linger unused

In the gelid desert dark

But I said the wrong word

Or maybe just what you heard

Left you running a familiar course

Down a hall of locked doors

The memory of battered remorse

Barriers appear unbidden

Impenetrable when defended within

With gate barred, though pried

Leads not to warring, but stillness

Retreat from hopeful resilience

But I said the wrong word

Or maybe just what you heard

Left you running a familiar course

Down a hall of locked doors

The memory of battered remorse

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