some words only some will hear
colours only some will see
faces in the crowd will know
those with hands that speak
words only some will hear

a constant on the tip of tongue
in the back of mind
always smelling something there
a faint remember when

whispered songs around me
always dancing, restless
dreaming what could be
with glass shards stuck in my feet
breaking through skin, potential
of the only real unknown

all that’s there of me
red trampled footsteps left behind
hearing music all around me
feeling out of my mind

a shout, a whisper, siren song
a wish, a curse, to belong

broken shards from inspiration
long since forgot
grabbing them from broken soles
knowing what they are

stories wanting to be told
with words only some will know