Sticks and stones might break my bones, they say.
But words shall never hurt me, they added.
Whatever.
Uncouth lips that spills not
vulgarities but malicious words,
of scorn, condescension, like knives pierced unkindly cold.
Brutal can one be in power and strength.
But hopes they steal and souls they kill,
in words of hurt unwisely dealt.
Bah! My class have like only 10 people. That's boring. And I didn't bring Mr.Potter today. No space in my bag. The king bought some emperors' delicacies and cement sweets.
Hee. Training later. Woo, 3 days to finish up routine 2 and perfect both. Jia you! =)
P.s my blog layout look a bit screwed in Mozilla.
Labels: deep thoughts