They might be depressive
Sometimes obsessive
Possessive
From time to time

They are forthcoming
Try to be loving
Without the lying and the denying
That life sometimes *****

They might seem deceiving
But serve as relief
As part of the grieving
Against all the odds

They are part of my thoughts
From past and the present
That make me feel pleasant
When I dance to the beat of my heart

They are part of my soul
I have never expected
That has ever existed
Inside of my confiding mind

Though I have never predicted
They made me addicted
Of the blank spaces
In all of my books

They made me convinced
Without resisting
That words are the only way

To express all my sorrow
To hope for tomorrow
To be better than today

To send me to the moon
On a hot air balloon
Cause words can just do that

To see all the stars
Through the army of clouds
That make the day only grey


They make me believe
And let me perceive
The world through my own lens

The words I write down
The words I say loud
The words that are still waiting their turn

They make me remember
And completely surrender
Before my own self