sad
but true
I have learned
to live
without
you

I am a logophile. A lover of words.
I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes.

And I love words even more
when they come from your mouth.

How*  does  it  feel  like
when  you  carry  a  ­bag  full  of  books?
I  hope  that  it  doesn't  feel  like  a  burden  as  it  looks­,

I  wish  to  study  just  like  you,
scamperin­g  towards  the  school   before  the  first  bell  in  a  crew,

But  you­  know  what  I  do?
infront  of  your  school  ­I  sit  and   polish  your  *shoe!

Hey little soldier sing me a song
a melody to help me move on.
Sit down Sir and and dance along,
wind blows harder for those who howl.

Hey Mister, don't be so sad,
because soon we'll see my loved ones.
This world made of dirt breaks us all,
even the one who holds the hammer one day will fall.

You see, for some time I've been around,
I know how all things turn out.
Then is this the end of the countdown?
I still don't know what any of this was about.

I'll gladly tell you the one meaning of this world
if it can help your mind get eased,
it's the one you choose to live this life for*.
Then the soldier might have smiled pleased.