Gossips - Coldest Cruse

Gossips, the cruelest words ever spoken,
They twist the truth, leave trust broken.
A tale so small, yet it grows so wide,
Turning peace into storms we hide.

It seems so thrilling from the outside,
But deep within, it wrecks the tide.
Colder than the Titanic’s fate,
It sinks hearts with silent weight.

It’s not a joke, it’s not just fun,
It scars the soul, it spares no one.
It plays with lives, it spreads like fire,
Feeding on envy, fueled by desire.

No good it brings, just wounds and tears,
It haunts the mind, it breeds new fears.
It takes the joy, it plants the pain,
And leaves behind a lasting stain.

All I wish, with heart so true,
Is that this word we bid adieu.
Let hearts be kind, and voices wise,
Not build their fame on someone’s cries.