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?


24. Sleepless

Sleepless nights I have endured.

From your love I was never cured.

It eats away my weakened heart,

As the worm tears the rose apart.


Such a night I had a dream so sweet.

You swore to be me true indeed.

Alas when sun kissed morning came,

Our love was but an empty frame.


With light came tortured clarity.

Thy heart never carried love for me.

My eyes were blinded by eternal fires,

In truth you were the greatest of liars.

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