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?

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22. When My Beauty Is Gone

When the blue in my eyes,

Withers and dies.

When my lip so red,

Is faded and dead.

 

When my touch once strong,

Lingers too long.

When the passion I had,

Becomes grey and flat.

 

When my illusive age,

Turns another page.

When the 'me' you met,

Has vanished and fled.

 

When my beauty is gone,

Will your love be a con?

When my life comes to end,

Will you treasure the time spent?

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