Words dance in my mind;
Words that don't mean a thing.
Words run away when I need them most.
Words tease and taunt me.
Words are supposed to be my own;
Words who form my thoughts;
Words I should be in control of.
Words mean everything.
Words mend hearts and break them.
Words pierce the soul, melt the brain.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
Words dance in my mind;
Words that don't mean a thing.
Words run away when I need them most.
Words tease and taunt me.
Words are supposed to be my own;
Words who form my thoughts;
Words I should be in control of.
Words mean everything.
Words mend hearts and break them.
Words pierce the soul, melt the brain.
I don't like this much. I don't know if I'm really thinking of words or something more. Whatever.
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