Your tongue

Bit my tongue in the heat of the fight,

words tangled like thorns, cutting deep with spite.

Each phrase laced with venom, they spilled like a stream,

yet now there’s a taste that won’t fade from the dream.

A metallic reminder, a price for the bold,

when speaking the truth turns the heart cold.

So now I must swallow, both pride and the pain,

knowing sometimes, to speak means to lose all the gain.