He used to say
The kind of **** to make you smile
You know,
The words that mean a certain something to you and only you
Because the rest of the world is too stupid to realize
Beauty in the simplest degree
A nothing in the sense of the word
And those words
Make your bones feel like art
And not the ****** kind
But the type that makes you cry
Because you don’t know why,
But you know it means a hell of a lot
Because it was from a living soul
Not a dead one,
Not a corrupt one,
But one so pure and appealing
Capable of suffering though never had a bad day
Ever
And those words were the things worth singing for
Worth breaths in the night sky
As clichéd as lovers in lust and kids in confusion
It was all and all and all
One could ever.