There was never a word

I did not like

Though some can seem strange

If read in wrong light

I sometimes should turn on

Before I read in

But I’m tempted between

Hidden lines are my sin

Some words seem bitter

If left to my taste

So I try spinning them sweetly

But not mar them in haste

Discernment is needed

When I meet with a word

Is this fit for keeping

Or totally absurd.

I can’t live without them

Living with them a gamble

Yet I walk on beside them

They speak and I ramble