Do you even understand how words work?
Because we could not communicate without them
Not only in the literal sense
But how else could I tell you
How much you hurt me
How I felt when you did what you did
Or how much I hated you for leaving me
How could I possibly describe
The needles in my heart
That stinging sensation
Of a thousand wasps
Or the large ocean blue
That enveloped my heart
And suffocated any remaining feelings
Of happiness
How else could I describe the warmth
Of a red flame that burned furiously
With a vengeance so hot
It made you shiver from anticipation
How else could I describe the calm
Of the sand in the Sahara
With a light breeze blowing it
Towards a new direction
But never steering it where it shouldn't go
How could I describe all of that
Without words?
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
