It was  his tongue who lured his friends

It was his speech who captured them and read

The tongue that create blossoms and sweets

and sometimes pageant his wits

The tongue that threw him at the bottom of the pit

 He realized that this tongue was always open

open to criticize, to opinionate, to praise

to hurt, to makes someone's day or rain on their parade

Then he closed this tongue

They were happy for a while now

No more vexatious tongue that surrounds

but soon longing conceived

they want that tongue that once around

but its late now he already realized

they were fragile, who always lies

its gone now. it grew thorns

bump, chunks and horns

hes toungless now.