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?


25. That Night

I remember that night;

I saw the end in your eyes.

It had snow covered streets,

You slipped out of my reach.


I remember it in this night;

I caught the fear in your words.

What was then a promise sworn,

Is now nothing in my heart but a thorn.


I feel that night;

I froze by your touch.

Outside the snow was falling,

We heard the end calling.


I feel it in this night;

I shiver within my own embrace.

Our memories they keep you here,

But in body and soul you are nowhere near.

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