Words clutter my tongue
And I don't know where they come from
Or why they're here
The speak of the darkest parts of my fear
But they tell of the good times
the bad and the worse
They tell of the last time
And the second and first
They say sweet things
But the words can also be mean
But all of these words mean so much to me
You hear my voice but not what i say
There's things i whisper when you walk away
But today is a good day
And tomorrow it will be yesterday
I lose my words and some times find to many
But there are times when I can't form any
A story in the making page by page
Another character is written as another one fades