All I Have Is My Words

They say; a word is just a word, but I think writers know better. To a writer letters and words are a gift given to us, so that we can make sense of the senseless. With them we are able to create great stories; stories of love, hate, desire, fear, life and of so much more. If a word is just a word, how come they are so important to us? How come they do hurt us? How come they do sooth us? How come they do make somewhat of a difference?
With the following collection of poems I hope that you too, dear reader will question the saying; a word is just a word, for it is not just a word is it?


18. Distant Lips

Cold streets,

Narrow minds.

Open hearts,

But closed eyes.


Frozen words,

Thin lines.

Broad charades,

But contracted smiles.


Lonely steps,

Warm goodbyes.

Loving touch,

But faint vows.


Deserted arms,

Kind appeals.

Tender kisses,

But distant lips. 

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