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Words
Words
I can’t help but to agree- it’s most definitely true!
Spoken thoughts composed of words turn into sweet meaningless nothings that are more meaningful to you.
The comprehender analyzing bits and pieces of your ideas
Demolishes your thought reaching into your soul and grasping your heart
Imagine- you’ve fallen to into an indescribable bond
The anticipation builds inside you.
Your emotions are at a peak and when you begin to speak
the words roll off of your tongue
Here it comes
I LOVE YOU!
At that instant the realization that your anticipation, the volcanic eruption of emotion, and pride that echoed in you mind
Becomes dead
It’s now nothing more than eight letters
And
Three words
Does the listening ear analyze the meaning?
Seeing it as a heart felt beginning
Seven representing a relationship of completion
Or
Does it just simply mean to care?
When conversating about a topic that sparks your memory
You begin to mention the day the wind said your name gently
Your surrounding looks at you as though they want you to die
Your statement was ignorant, rude, and composed of stupidity in their eyes
The mere interpretation of a person’s statements
Is the death of a thought burning with high expectations
I myself should know!
You all are now as -I once did- thinking with a tremendous amount of hesitation
An idea compressed into a word is like the death of a tree whose beauty that once laid in it leaves
Became a withered piece of back with no hope of a last breath or
A drop of water
to once again breath- eat- and become green
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