We can’t blame words
for showing us truths
that make us cry
or selling us lies
that make us fall in love so hard
the north wind knocks from us
We can’t praise words
for revealing paradise
allowing us to stroll there
quiet, some days,
and know better
We can only intone the syllables,
wrestle syntax to some semblance
of meaning
for the clicks, croons and chatter
we utter, or fix in lines
for others to know us
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 8:52 AM UTC
We can’t blame words
for showing us truths
that make us cry
or selling us lies
that make us fall in love so hard
the north wind knocks from us
We can’t praise words
for revealing paradise
allowing us to stroll there
quiet, some days,
and know better
We can only intone the syllables,
wrestle syntax to some semblance
of meaning
for the clicks, croons and chatter
we utter, or fix in lines
for others to know us
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