Words,
Are the believed truth.
The selfless intentions we've lost ourselves within.
Abhorred by those who don't understand.
Words,
Are the language of our endless thoughts,
Torturously imprisoned if left with no other choice.
So,
Speak to me your sins,
Your loves,
Your pains,
Your means,
And your end.
Spout your soliloquy my direction,
And I would revel in the limitless interpretations of your thought.
Words are LOVE
~Robert van Lingen
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Words,
Are the believed truth.
The selfless intentions we've lost ourselves within.
Abhorred by those who don't understand.
Words,
Are the language of our endless thoughts,
Torturously imprisoned if left with no other choice.
So,
Speak to me your sins,
Your loves,
Your pains,
Your means,
And your end.
Spout your soliloquy my direction,
And I would revel in the limitless interpretations of your thought.
Words are LOVE
~Robert van Lingen