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?


11. Last Goodbye

He had tear-filled eyes,

He had a heart of honest lies.

Caught by the final hope.

A promise of late elope.


She had rusty lips,

She had rosy fingertips.

Chained by a little time.

Never escaping the mime.


They had shaky voices,

They had few choices.

One last goodbye held tight.

Both gone by morning light.


They lived,

They loved,

They let die…

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