As I waited for Her Words,
I wrote a Song for the Birds.
Lying down on My Lawn,
I searched for Words in the Sky.
The Words came Tumbling,
As the Clouds went passing By.
Words are Innocent,
As Innocent as they can Be.
But when harshly Spoken,
they sting U like a Bee.
Words give U Freedom.
Words push U High.
Words can bring U Down,
That's when U begin to Cry.
With a speechless Voice,
that's sourer than Curds.
My body is filled with Melody
and I'm on the hunt for Words.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
As I waited for Her Words,
I wrote a Song for the Birds.
Lying down on My Lawn,
I searched for Words in the Sky.
The Words came Tumbling,
As the Clouds went passing By.
Words are Innocent,
As Innocent as they can Be.
But when harshly Spoken,
they sting U like a Bee.
Words give U Freedom.
Words push U High.
Words can bring U Down,
That's when U begin to Cry.
With a speechless Voice,
that's sourer than Curds.
My body is filled with Melody
and I'm on the hunt for Words.
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