I cherish longer words.
I believe that because they last longer,
they roll off of the tongue and linger in the air
and their stay is warm and welcomed,
That because they are well-thought out, and very vividly composed,
creating moments of magic
before being drowned out with the screams of the world.
That because In the moments of their presence
you can do nothing but listen to each lovely syllable
creating a perfect picture in your mind;
They are pure and beautiful
and this is why I cherish longer words.

Her thoughts were locked up tight in her mind
for fear that someone might manipulate them.

Her words spilled out of her soul like morning coffee
and they burned your mouth when you took them in.

Her eyes hid the monsters living inside her.
They looked straight through you, as if you were transparent.

She was an empty shell, her soul had left her long ago.
Time was cruel to her, making her walk on this Earth with no purpose.

And you were her medicine. You were her cure. You were her only hope.
But not every story has a happy ending. The flowers have wilted at her grave.