Words...
Spoken.
Sweet soft words placed upon my brain. Pouring life out of my mouth. Our souls intertwining at the mere mention of words.
Words...
Unsaid.
Dark and twisted words.
Words that will never be spoken to the world but which are locked away and the key tossed away. Never to be found.
Words...
Words can also be the shred of hope that tiny sliver that one clings onto forever, to help rebuild our souls. Yes, one may also cling to the hope and never rebuild to a better self but thats usually nonsense. Words are used to build. Build an empire of certain happiness, a positive joy, and a love like no other. Words should also be used to help build eachother up. Not to be used for ones destruction. Words...
Words will forever be my escape from reality. ❤
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An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoesieIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
