Sticks And Stones

The touch that connects
Words that bleed
The closeness that rejects
Words mean nothing
Actions all rubberband lies stretched far

Intimate words spoken while in bed
Just pillow talk for the naive head
Everything in names
Ideas prone to a backwards motion
An unknown cause, nothing named

A thought people state
Contradicting this false speech
Sticks and stones made of syllables
These words will grow against you