Are my words worth reading?
How long does it take you to decide?
3 lines in?
Maybe 4?
If you made it this far, what do you think?
Do you think my words will be
Only just what you want to see?
Words of love or pain
or whats lost or maybe found?
Could this be written in blood
trickling down my fingertips?
Could my words be only yawns
and sighs or relief or retreat?
Could they be calls....
warning the the weary wanderer
reading.
Could my words mean nothing
Just plain, empty ink
sprawled across the smooth white plain?
Could I have wasted your time?
Wasted each movement of your eye
as it pans across the cold, hard screen.
You tell me.
You're the one who read this far.
Find meaning in everything.