Your words defined some
and defiled others. They questioned,
They answered, and debated.
But they never stopped.
You string long sentences with words
As if you could fit all you felt
And you use your muse -
Word after word.
I watched and wondered
About how our lives were so planned
And then you used words
That i did not understand.
If only we lived wordlessly. But that would not do.
I would not feel my words turn into you,
But this is all i can give or do.
Because my words were never a match for you.
You will just smile and say how
Charming you find my sentences
and how beautifully put together my words are.
For you, i am expressive, impressive, moving, touching, random, fantastic and so out of this world
and seldom something else.
For me, you're now nothing more than a string of words.