Poems need time
As much as you can get
So the words can sink
And their potent poison
Of love and hate
Can seep into the cracks
of your soul and heart
They need time
To heal and break
Every picture you've ever painted
Of every golden amber sky
That could curse every eye
Leaving traces of the fire
The ashes of your past
Filling up an everlasting hour
Glass full of immortality and
Death together in harmony.
That's the picture you painted
With all your words
With your speech you set
All caged birds free
Your words can capture
Lost and lonely souls
And make them feel hope
You can also break an already
Lost heavy heart and destroy
Ones very soul,
Words mean nothing
Its only the order they go in
That can truely define
Ones true meaning
On the concept of life