Not so idle hands will often betray words that ring hollow.

We’ve heard it all before. Now you have to show me. No time for lectures.

You chose your vice, I’m damn sure going to have mine.

A heavy heart lashes out, still finding no solace.

I can admit to sin. Words can be a weapon, but hell they are cheap.

No matter how pretty, they won’t alter reality.

So, set mine to music and watch me waltz across heartache.

Published by ronlanhamwriting

Putting some time into writing. Enjoy reading other work and receiving constructive feedback on mine.

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