Words are all we ever whisper.
They lie in feint in our portraits.
As empty as they are...
Lot in minds of many.
Glued in thoughts and
Composed of lies.
Slowly hidden in smiles,
Smiles, with hearts miles apart.
Envisioned in our eyes days after.
With a stain in our hearts,
Our brittle little hearts slowly
bend in belief of happiness.
But as one might ask
"What is it that we are searching for?"
And with only words,
The answer shall be Revealed...
Words can be used as daggers or rockets to cloud 9.