My true self, I suppose...
Lying dormant in the dark
hidden behind the easy,
hollow words
words that lack
words that slack
words that fall onto ears but fail to even spark

what truly sparks the heart
are words that live
words that breathe
words that float on the wind through mountains
words that are whispered by leaves in the trees

Exotic, melodic
they fall from the tongue with excitement
bringing merriment
or pulling on your heart strings
words that make you think
words that dive down to the depths of what you're feeling
and rescues you from the pain you've been keeping
Setting you free