Staring at the sky
One of my favorite pastimes
Watching the world go by

The crisp air
Biting my cheek
Wind tousling my hair

The grass is damp
Running my fingers through the soil
Forever leaving my stamp

Searching for my identity
Amongst the stars
This is where I find serenity

Words do not echo.
Words do not cry.
Words do not,
Identify.

Scrambled and stirred,
Frozen and baked.
Pulled when needed,
Eaten to be fed.

Pieced together,
Black or white,
Laugh or fight,
Wrong or right.

A sound is bound by key,
A picture by color pigments,
Emotions chemically,
But words contain,
Everything,
And absolutely,
Nothing.

The same word
Can be
Completely
Different,
Depending who, what, how
When it was read
Or written.

What if every word,
Was positive in meaning?
Harmless,
Could not
Destroy feelings.

Words have no senses.
Words have no bounds.
No touch, sight, taste, or smell.
Words have no sound.

Words have no sound.
Unless read aloud.

Today, there're just no words to express
what's going on inside of me
and there's just no place to address
where is going on the end of me
because of you, my beloved
I still believe you'll turn me back
Because I'm melted to you
I loved you
I still love you
and I'll love you.

Today, there's just no sounds to explain
what's going on in my heart
and there's just no pen to write down
what's going on in my life
because of you, my beloved
I still believe you'll turn me back
Because I'm melted to you
I loved you
I still love you
and I'll love you.

Today, there's just no colors to draw
what's going on within me
and there're just no tears to cry
what's going on in my eyes
because of you, my sweetie
I still believe you'll turn me back
Because I'm melted to you
I loved you
I still love you
and I'll love you.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my word,
so clear and legible on the page
but now the lines are blurred.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my dreams,
but the fantasy that we had woven
was tearing at the seams.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my trust,
but the knives we held into our backs
were begging us to ******.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my chain,
but the bonds have since come apart
left rusting in the rain;

and even though we're broken
I'd still go back to the start,
when before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my heart.