my words don't speak volumes
they don't sound as beautiful
they don't feel as lovely or worthy
they aren't nearly as fetching
they can't move me like the wind
they can't make me feel like
i'm lying on a bed of daisies
and i'm inhaled by a cloud of lilac and ecstasy
they never sound as sweet
or pure
or real
they will never make me feel as happy
unless they're about you.

*s.k.