Words
Not spoking, not heard
But still words
You might catch them when you come close enough
But still they will stay unheard
Fleeting like the last ray of sun on a cloudy day
Fleeting like the last tear before the laughs
Fleeting like the whole story it was about to tell
You might catch them when you listen close enough
But still they will stay unheard
Only when the ink dries and the words are already gone
You might catch them
Because those whispered words brought me you
And now these words will be heard
