Words

Sometimes I play with words
When I'm hurt
I dig
I drain in my thoughts, loneliness, emotions and pain
And that's what comes out of them
A piece of me
Broken
Pieces of me
Fallen
Like leaves falling from a tree in autumn
A piece of me
Wet
Like the rain falling on the ground
Makes me cold and slippery
Wet
Like my tears coming down from my eyes
Cold like some words from a significant other
That pierce my heart and my soul
I crave for words
Sweet, soft and beautiful words
That can heal my soul

Reviews

[Green]

Sometimes we all play with words, trying to make something better out of the pieces we’ve found ourselves with. This was a little heartbreaking to read and the longing was palpable through the words.

[Olivia Bant]

Exactly. We all play with words and those can break us or heal us.
Thank you for your review, Green.