They say when words come to you they are like raindrops falling from the sky
An endless downpour of thoughts and emotions that wrap you so tightly
You have to cut the string
They say when words come to you they create beauty and darkness at the same time
They say beauty is a fine wine
And darkness is a bad aftertaste
They say your words have to be extraordinary, but I don't think they are extraordinary
My words are ink on a piece of paper, smeared because I didn't believe they were right
My words were a pothole in an otherwise perfect road, a rock surrounded by jewels, a life full of horrible experiences that never ended
Then they say it doesn't matter,
What? I ask
They replied, they are your words, why should we say anything different?
